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After the "Linghua" crew officially wrapped up filming, Ming Lang had already been urging everyone to work overtime on editing.
They had to make sure it premiered during the winter holiday.
"You're not even looking at the script. If you don't seize this popularity to shoot a few more productions, you won't have anything to watch next year."
The emperor was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was.
These past few days, Luo Ting had given Jiang Mian many scripts, but Jiang Mian had not shown any interest.
Aside from business shoots, Jiang Mian truly did not have any scripts lined up for upcoming projects.
Jiang Mian's gaze fell on a script in the corner of the coffee table, and with a graceful flick of her slender finger, her red lips slightly lifted, "I want that one."
Luo Ting's eyes followed Jiang Mian's finger to rest on the cover of the script.
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"Floating Life"
