And so, Silvia Waterborne, the legendary, goddess-level idol of the entertainment circle, was late to the film set for the very first time.
Of course, that's a story for later.
At that moment, Silvia Waterborne was sitting in the dining hall, sipping her Millet Porridge.
Maxwell Peary had already changed into a white shirt for work and was sitting with a serious expression beside Nia Mitchell.
Silvia Waterborne lifted her head, glanced at Maxwell Peary, and picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks.
"Why are you looking at me so resentfully? You're quite old now; you should know to indulge me a little."
"PFFT! COUGH, COUGH!"
Silvia Waterborne's words made Nia Mitchell choke instantly, and she began coughing incessantly.
"Be careful."
Maxwell Peary glared at the culprit before turning back to gently pat Nia Mitchell's back.
Nia Mitchell quickly waved her hand, still coughing non-stop. Her voice sounded somewhat strained, making Maxwell Peary anxious.
