“Qi-ge!”
“Jiahui, over here!”
Chen Qi called Liang Jiahui up close and smiled, “This American girl doesn’t know how to act very well. Teach her. You’re a teenage girl—go seduce that handsome middle-aged man.”
“Okay!”
Liang Jiahui didn’t say much.
He simply sat down in the chair that Uma Thurman had been in.
Uma stood beside him watching.
She knew nothing about Hong Kong’s film industry and had no experience, but that didn’t stop her all-American attitude.
“……”
The actor playing the talent scout was even more bewildered—why was it suddenly swapped to a man? Do I have to sell my butt again?
Everyone fell silent and stared at Liang Jiahui.
He’d just come straight over without changing costume from shooting Happy Ghost 3. The Liang Jiahui of this time was different from the one in the original timeline: a versatile, go-to actor of the leftist camp—half the movies had him in them.