An Fang is basically shackled by money now—if he had cash, he would never be this passive.
But he doesn't, so he's miserable.
An Fang pulled himself together and went back to the set, patiently coaching Ren Li bit by bit. He adjusted his mood, but Ren Li didn't; sure, An Fang could teach patiently, but Ren Li still needed to learn patiently, you know?
After An Fang had taught that move over ten times, Ren Li got fed up. "What's wrong with my move? It's fine." He really wanted to blurt out: "Do you even know how to direct?" If it weren't for An Fang's few somewhat famous credits, he'd have said it straight up.
Meanwhile, An Fang was roasting Ren Li in his mind: 'Fine? Where is it fine? There's a huge problem, looking like a toad. Seriously, how does he even pull off that move?' But on the surface, he just said, "Keep calm, try it a few more times. Movies are all about details. Every move needs to be nailed, or it won't work."
