Mo Xiangwan snapped back to reality and smiled, "President Tang is indeed charming."
...
o’clock in the morning.
The black Maybach S680 slowly started, rging into the streets of Shanghai.
Outside the car window were the bustling crowds and the vibrant cityscape.
More than half an hour later.
Tang Song, lost in thought with his head down, suddenly noticed his glasses brighten.
His heart skipped a beat as a peculiar intuition flooded his mind—Su Yu was nearby.
He instinctively lifted his head, looking through the car window.
A faint layer of a purple halo seed to swirl in the air, dreamlike and surreal, as if the entire world were enveloped in a mysterious filter.
The bonding effect of [Su Yu’s Glasses] and [Tang Song’s Glasses] was triggered!
Noticing his oddity, Mo Xiangwan softly said, "We’ve already entered the film base. Next, we’ll head to the set. They should be filming right now. President Tang can watch Yu’s performance, and during break ti, you can head directly to the lounge."
"Alright." Tang Song nodded, exhaling slowly, trying to calm his racing heart.
After presenting their credentials and going through security checks, the Maybach slowly drove into the Shanghai Television Base.
The park was lush with green trees, and various film crew vehicles were parked along the roads, with sounds of hustle and bustle and the director shouting "Cut" echoing from afar.
Soon after, a clear system notification sounded in Tang Song’s ear:
"Ding! The character interaction mission [Visiting the Set and Cao] is now effective."
"Ding! Communication privileges with [Female Star - Su Yu] have been unlocked."
With a swish, the system interface unfolded before him.
In the center of the [Character Center] interface, a purple card was flashing brilliantly.
Staring at the familiar portrait, Tang Song’s gaze grew unfocused.
Monts later, he closed the system interface and looked forward through the car window, feeling a surge of intense emotion within.
The Maybach slowly stopped in the parking lot.
Both got out of the car.
The waiting crew staff quickly ca forward, greeting enthusiastically:
"President Mo!" "President Mo!"
Mo Xiangwan nodded slightly, her tone gentle yet authoritative, "Let’s go."
Tang Song pressed his lips together and followed her, heading towards the set.
The morning sunlight filtered through the large sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of greenery.
As they drew closer, the crowd grew denser.
The crew moved efficiently between their stations; so carried heavy filming equipnt briskly, so checked lines with scripts in hand, and others squatted on the ground, adjusting the angles of reflectors.
The entire set was edged with an atmosphere of tension and focus.
At that mont, Tang Song vaguely heard an emotionally charged female voice, "If all this is just a result of choice, then I would trade every possibility for a chance to start anew."
"Thump, thump, thump—" His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if threatening to burst from his chest.
Su Yu! Su Yu!
Tang Song couldn’t help but quicken his pace.
He bypassed Mo Xiangwan, bypassed one crew mber after another, bypassed scattered filming equipnt on the ground.
He erged into the crowd on the outskirts of the field.
At the sa ti, a graceful figure broke into his line of sight.
A burgundy shimring top clung to her fair and flawless skin, black skinny jeans perfectly accentuated her long, straight legs.
She wore reddish-brown knee-high boots, a pair of black-frad glasses resting on her nose.
Today, whether in makeup or attire, she looked significantly younger, as if she’d reverted to a girl in her twenties.
Su Yu, imrsed in acting, seed to sense sothing and abruptly looked up.
Her gaze swept swiftly across her surroundings, finally landing precisely on him amidst the crowd.
When she saw his attire, her eyes widened slightly, stunned in place.
Looking at Su Yu standing there, Tang Song’s heart was filled with an indescribable, intense emotion.
Ti seed frozen, still at that mont.
Suddenly, a pure white feather floated gently into his vision, exuding a soft golden glow, stunningly beautiful.
Tang Song instinctively reached out, clutching forcefully.
"Rustle~~"
A flood of mories surged in, drowning out his thoughts.
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