Julian Campbell directly took out his phone and sent a text ssage to Charles Seymour: "Uncle, why didn’t you invite Teacher Lee for ???????"
Six question marks were not enough to express Julian Campbell’s inner grief and indignation.
With a ding, Charles Seymour’s reply ca, making Julian Campbell lose his temper instantly.
"Can a nephew be the sa as a wife?"
Cold dog food slapped ssily across his face, and warm tears flowed down...
Julian Campbell silently put away his phone, wishing he could slap his own hand for being so careless with sending this text ssage.
Was he finding himself insufficiently miserable?
"What’s going on?" Sophie Wilson sensed Julian Campbell’s mood suddenly becoming very... complex.
Low-spirited, dejected, and depressed... Is he okay?
Nowadays, everyone faces a lot of stress, could he be suffering from depression?
"It’s nothing." Julian Campbell forcefully wiped his face to make himself a little more awake.
"Auntie, let’s continue watching." Julian Campbell pulled himself together.
One must find clarity within oneself.
If you don’t trouble yourself, you can live quite happily.
Why, indeed, did he insist on comparing himself to his aunt, who is cherished by his uncle?
Isn’t that just looking for trouble?
Sophie Wilson watched intently while Julian Campbell occasionally gave her pointers on positioning and cara capturing techniques.
Sophie Wilson nodded repeatedly, very seriously.
She genuinely wanted to make this show well.
"Alright, that’s a wrap!" The director shouted, simultaneously announcing it was ti for lunch.
A crowd of staff and extras rushed to get their boxed lunches, and of course, so assistants prepared special als for their own celebrities.
Julian Campbell held his bowl of food, eagerly gazing at the table next to Sophie Wilson’s.
The exquisite dishes ca one by one, each portion not large but perfectly crafted.
The dishes included vegetables, ats, and seafood; ats from pork, beef, and lamb, seafood including river fish, sea fish, and shellfish and shrimp, not to ntion the abundant variety of vegetables, with mushrooms being indispensable.
Besides these main courses, there were also soups and fruits already peeled, seeded, and cut into small pieces for Sophie Wilson’s convenience.
Julian Campbell looked at Sophie Wilson’s food, then looked at his own, finally resting his gaze on his manager and assistant, his eyes silently complaining about sothing pitifully.
Julian Campbell’s manager, George Reed, tiredly rubbed his forehead, trying to ignore Julian Campbell’s accusatory gaze.
It’s just... you have to admit Julian Campbell is really suited to be a celebrity; he’s so noticeable.
He couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to.
"Your food is very good!" George Reed tried to reason with Julian Campbell, "It’s all made by top chefs from high-end restaurants here."
Julian Campbell blinked his eyes, resentfully looking at George Reed, like a little child who had been bullied.
George Reed resisted the urge to hit soone, gritting his teeth and lowly growling: "They have a boyfriend to arrange that, why don’t you get a boyfriend too?"
Julian Campbell covered his face: "Reed, you don’t love anymore..."
George Reed’s molars ground with creaks, wishing he could beat this troublemaking artist to death.
Why did he think that a good-looking face had potential and signed him on so hastily?
He’d definitely have to test before signing artists in the future; absolutely no signing of lunatics!
The assistant silently moved a bit to the side, wanting to avoid getting involved.
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