1848: These People Are Not Le Tian!

These People Are Not Le Tian!

Mo Fei rolled her eyes. All she wanted to say was, 'Then why did you even bother asking?'1

Meanwhile, Ding Junqi was still promoting his new movie when Qian Yikun brought Mo Fei out for a meal. Gu Juexi's movie would start filming in half a month. When that time came, he would be working with Gu Juexi and would not be able to promote the movie anymore.

There were five promotional venues, and they had only gone to the first one. The most renowned best actor without a personal assistant was very pitiful. However, Yu Dong had found him no less than twenty assistants, and Ding Junqi rejected all of them—they either looked too star-struck when they saw him or too beautiful. Otherwise, some of them were overweight that they would be generally disconcerting to look at, or they were too thin to lift anything.

Yu Dong wanted to say, 'It's all because none of them are Le Tian!'

Ding Junqi gave him a knowing look that confirmed Yu Dong's statement. At this moment, Ding Yuejia was surrounded by the young ladies in the promotion crew, happily calling out to each one of them.

After another failed interview, Yu Dong finally called Le Tian. Letian was busy making the model that Ding Yuejia liked. Due to her injury, she delayed this for more than two months. Ding Yuejia might have forgotten about it, but as his mother, she must not forget.

This was probably the first time that she did something not for the money. She did it very carefully, avoiding all problems that might crop out.

"Tiantian, what are you doing? Your phone keeps ringing." Even her mother outside the room could hear it.

Le Tian responded and acknowledged that she got it and added a small part into the model before answering the call. She put it on speaker and placed it on the table. "Who is it?"

"Miss Le Tian, I'm Yu Dong. Do you remember me?" the person on the other end asked politely.

Yu Dong?

Le Tian finally straightened up and looked at the phone on the table. Why would Ding Junqi's manager call her?

"Miss Le Tian, it's like this. I still have a few artists under me. I want to bring them to experience a new movie, but Junqi can't do without a personal assistant. Do you think you can come over and help? You don't have to do anything other than taking care of Yuejia."

"Then, you send Yuejia to me." Le Tian had no objections. She had not seen her son for almost two days and she missed him a lot.

Yu Dong choked. He wanted to add that she could also take care of their Best Actor while she was at it.

"Miss Le Tian, the main thing is that there must be someone by Junqis side. Say, he's the Best Actor, so it's not good for him to go anywhere by himself, right?" Yu Dong started adding emotions into the equation.

Le Tian finally stopped what she was doing. "It shouldn't be difficult for Best Actor Ding to find a personal assistant, right?"

It was not difficult, but unfortunately, none of them were called Le Tian!

Yu Dong did not dare to say that.

"It's not easy to find someone during the New Year period. I'm mainly afraid that they won't be able to take good care of Yuejia if I find someone at the last minute. You know how many nannies are hitting children nowadays. Yuejia is so soft and tender. What if—"

"Why are you so long-winded?" Mrs. Ding walked in and picked up the phone. Changing the expression on her face, she said with a smile, "She'll go. She'll be there tomorrow. You're right. Kids these days can't be left to strangers. It's very dangerous."

Le Tian, "…"

Why in the world was her mother butting in for?

Inside the set, Ding Junqi was about to go onstage. He tucked his phone away and smiled confidently.

On his call history, his phone screen was still displaying the call history with his mother-in-law.

Ding Junqi, "Auntie, I have a presumptuous request that I don't know if I can tell you."

Mother-in-law, "Hey, if you have something to say, just say it. Auntie will definitely help if I can."

Ding Junqi, "My manager needs to go back. I still have three places to go. Yuejia wants to follow me, but—"

Ding Yuejia, "…"

'Dada, do you even have a conscience?'

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