"Ugh..." The director looked troubled. "This model has already been shot countless times, and we've changed models for this theme many times. This is already considered good."
Song Yi frowned, stood up, and casually handed the coffee to Tang Si.
She looked at the photos again and after a long pause said, "Their understanding is somewhat superficial, their poses are stiff, and their expressions lack emotion."
"But this..." The director was in a dilemma, "We really can't find anyone better."
At this very moment, Tang Si sat in the seat where Song Yi had just been, relaxed, sipping the coffee Song Yi had just drunk, lazily drinking, and in his other hand was an unlit cigarette that had appeared at some point.
With his legs crossed lazily,
his long hand held the coffee as he took another sip, suddenly noticing Song Yi's gaze on him. He curled his lips into a smile, his demeanor upright yet with a hint of roguish charm.
