Xu Anran's thoughts were pulled back by Duan Xingzhou when she accidentally elbowed him right in the chest.
Duan Xingzhou exaggeratedly gasped and pulled back a hand to rub his chest, complaining, "Wife, are you trying to murder your own husband?"
"If you keep calling me that, do you believe I'll sew your mouth shut?"
"Look at those two couples over there, being so affectionate. Aren't you jealous?"
"Hey, are you sick or something? There are plenty of loving couples; why should I be jealous?"
Duan Xingzhou pouted, muttering to himself, "Can't I feel jealous, though?"
"A couple of days ago, I heard that a pretty famous director from America was coming to China to select actors. The director's previous works were all big productions, and this time the investment is quite substantial. He's coming to pick the male lead for his third movie."
Although Xu Anran didn't want to pay him any attention, her professional instincts perked up the moment he mentioned it.
"Really?"
