After waiting for about 40 minutes, the door of the lounge finally opened and the director of the play entered.
He wore black-framed glasses, appeared to be around 50 years old, slightly hunchbacked, with lips so dark they were almost purple.
He lit a cigarette as soon as he entered, then sat down in front of Zhou Shangshang; his sharp, narrow eyes scrutinized the woman before him meticulously through the lenses.
Under the coffee table, Zhou Shangshang gripped her hands tightly, taking the initiative to speak, "Director, you asked me here... Is there something you need?"
"Heh, Miss Zhou, do you still not understand why I've asked to see you?" The director spoke in a somewhat flawed Mandarin, his words carrying an implicit meaning.
Zhou Shangshang felt uneasy, but maintained a smile on her face, "Please enlighten me, Director."
