"Who are you looking down on? I'm a professionally trained director, so why couldn't I shoot a good crime drama?" Old Hu slammed his hand on the table, spit flying from his mouth.
Tang Li wiped her face in disgust, then wiped the spit from her face onto Old Hu's arm. "Hey, if you have something to say, just say it. Why are you getting so worked up? You sprayed spit all over my face. Are you a Peashooter or something?"
Sister Yun held back a laugh and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe Tang Li's face. "Calm down, calm down. He's just a little worked up."
"I'm not mad," Tang Li said, wiping her face. "I just see you've been thriving in the world of dating shows and sweet little rom-coms. A crime drama is a serious genre. Don't you go and inject some sappy romance into it."
"What's wrong with sappy romance? Huh? What's wrong with it?" Old Hu nearly roared. "Weren't you the one who gave me those scripts?"
