Son, “Mom” Will Back You

"Wow, that way you two might be able to join the same production team again. If it is Dingke's own show, their own actors will get first dip?"

"……"

Jiang Xiaoqing turned around blankly before Gu Nian could say anything.

Gu Nian's eyes were half lowered. Her features that were normally pretty in a languid way had a hint of coldness and distance in them today.

Jiang Xiaoqing turned back around, baffled.

She had never seen Gu Nian like this ever since she had known her.

After the three of them had walked inside Dingke Media's building, they let the receptionist knew of the purpose of their visit and Qin Yuanyuan had further contacted their contact person.

They didn't wait long next to the couches in the lobby before the contact person came out of the elevator and walked over to them.

"I apologize. I just got a last-minute call. Sorry to keep you waiting." The middle-aged male producer looked to be around 30s ~ 40s and had a very friendly smile.

Jiang Xiaoqing, with a very affectionate smile, said smoothly to him, "It's alright. It's alright. It allowed us to talk about how to pass our upcoming 'interview'."

The male producer smiled. "There's no interview. It's just a formality. We liked tis project a lot internally so there is nothing for you to worry about."

Pleasantly surprised, Jiang Xiaoqing and Qin Yuanyuan exchanged a look.

Gu Nian, standing behind the two, her eyes narrowed with alert. Looking at the male producer, she asked in discomfort, "Where are we going next to talk?"

The male producer was taken aback a little. Looking behind Jiang Xiaoqing and Qin Yuanyuan, he asked dubiously, "And this is…?"

"Gu Nian, she's the one in charge of the core of our scripts." Jiang Xiaoqing quickly introduced Gu Nian.

"Oh, so this is Ms. Gu."

The male producer's smile seemed to have become even more friendly. He took a step to the side and gestured toward the elevator lobby that he came from.

"Follow me. We will talk about the details on the 3rd floor."

Having said that, the producer was the first to turn and walked toward the elevator lobby.

Gu Nian's shoulders relaxed.

Jiang Xiaoqing followed behind him as she asked Qin Yuanyuan in a low voice, "Why are we going to the third floor?"

"Third floor is where their temporary conference rooms are." Gu Nian, walking next to her, her voice was soft and languid. "Normally used to meet up with peons like us."

Jiang Xiaoqing, "……"

Jiang Xiaoqing, "I felt hurt."

Qin Yuanyuan was more attentive. She thought about it for a few seconds and asked, curiously, "So they have other conference rooms?"

"Yes. Their formal one is located on the 26th floor."

"Hah? Why so high up in the building?" Jiang Xiaoqing turned around, mystified.

"Probably because…..it's close to the office of their general manager?"

"General manager?"

Jiang Xiaoqing had just said that blankly when the producer, just a few meters ahead of them, turned around and smiled at them. "Ms. Gu certainly knew Dingke very well."

"……"

Gu Nian paused a little.

After feeling tense for a long while, she was only responding to Qin Yuanyuan and Jiang Xiaoqing's questions reflexively. She didn't think that the producer would be able to hear her from this distance.

Before Gu Nian could explain herself, Jiang Xiaoqing responded to him with a smile. "Of course. Gu Nian's favorite actor is one of yours. I'm sure she had done a lot of research ahead of time."

"……" For a chance, Gu Nian gave Jiang Xiaoqing a very touched look.

"Oh yeah? Which one?"

Jiang Xiaoqing didn't even miss a beat when she said to him, "Luo Xiu! The super duper good looking one!"

"––!"

Gu Nian, who had failed to stop Jiang Xiaoqing in time, took back her appreciation toward Jiang Xiaoqing desperately.

Luckily, the producer seemed to only have asked to be polite and turned back around after he had acknowledged Jiang Xiaoqing.

The floor took the elevator up and walked into a small conference room. This temporary conference room wasn't very big, perhaps around 20 or so square meters in size. There were three leather seats on both sides of the oval-shaped conference table.

There was already a middle-aged man also in his 40s sitting in a chair on the far right.

He turned and got up when he heard the door opened.