Director Feng's voice broke through the hum of whispered conversations.
"We should take a little moment to rest as we plan for the next scene," he said, his tone laced with approval.
His eyes shifted toward the doorway where Xin and the executive producer stood. His expression softened into a knowing smile before he moved toward them.
He greeted the producer first, exchanging a brief handshake and a few words, then turned to Xin with a tap on the shoulder and an expression that spoke volumes - of clear familiarity.
His gaze lingered for a moment, that kind of look that carried unspoken memories of working together, success, and maybe even fondness.
That small exchange, simple as it was, somehow made Jun feel smaller than he already did. It wasn't that anyone said anything out of place, but the familiarity between them - that quiet, effortless connection - pressed on him like a reminder of where he stood in this world.
