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Su Yayan was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what Huo Chenhuan meant. She hurriedly hugged his arm and smiled obsequiously. “I’m not looking for him anymore. With such a capable husband, why should I look for someone else?”
Huo Chenhuan laughed and enjoyed his wife’s flattery.
[heard that the television drama that you were rejected was about an ancient opera? Have you read the script?”
“I’ve read it. The script is very good.” She did not want to mess it up because it was very good.
It was the hard work of the author, the production crew, and the actors. If in the end, they had to film something that didn’t look like what it was supposed to be, they might as well not film it.
Huo Chenhuan thought about it and comforted her, “Bring the script with you tomorrow, he will agree to direct it.”
Su Yayan looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he was so certain.
This surprise and doubt lasted until the next morning when the two of them set off to find Director Luo.
“How can you be so sure he’ll agree?”
“although Director Luo doesn’t have a good temper, he dotes on his wife. Basically, he would listen to anything his wife says.”
“Huh?” Weren’t they talking about filming? Why did Huo Chenhuan suddenly mention Director Luo doting on his wife?
“Director Luo’s wife is a famous vocal artist and has done a lot of research on opera. She should be very interested in the theme of your drama.”
Su Yayan was stunned for a few seconds before she understood what Huo Chenhuan meant. “Are you saying that as long as I can get Madam Luo’s support, Director Luo will be willing to take on this drama?”
“Yeah.”
Su Yayan’s eyes lit up. She was more confident about this trip.
Huo Chenhuan noticed the change in her expression and his lips curled.
It was almost noon when the two of them arrived at the Luo family’s house. The old couple lived in a simple apartment building.
‘The person who opened the door for them was Luo Baogeng himself. Director Luo looked as serious as he was rumored to be. His eyebrows were raised at the end of his eyebrows. He was the type that looked dignified without being angry.
He saw that the two of them were stunned for a moment. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something and asked softly, “Are you here to look for Linghua?”
Luo Baogeng’s wife was called Linghua.
“Yes, I’m Xie Jingyi’s son. I came to look for Auntie Song today.”
Luo Baogeng’s expression softened when he heard that he was here to look for his wife. He stepped aside and said, “Come in.”
They had just entered the house when a gentle voice came from inside. “Old Luo, who is it?”
“It is Jingyi’s child.”
“Jingyi’s child?” The moment she said that, an elegant old lady in a light gray cheongsam walked out of the room.
According to Huo Chenhuan, the old lady should be in her sixties or seventies.
However, time seemed to be especially kind to this old lady. Although it could be seen from her appearance that she was indeed getting on in years, her natural gentle and elegant temperament could make people ignore her age. Their gazes subconsciously followed her.
“remember now.” Song Linghua looked Huo Chenhuan up and down and smiled. “You must be Jingyi’s youngest son, right? You called me yesterday. Look at my memory, it’s getting worse the older I get.”
Then, she saw Su Yayan standing beside Huo Chenhuan. Puzzled, she asked, “This is…”
Huo Chenhuan held Su Yayan’s hand. “This is my wife.”
Su Yayan was quick-witted as well. “Hello, Aunt Song and Uncle Luo..”
