Chapter 1102
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Han Zhuoli said sarcastically, "Your production crew is awesome. You can even block the road."
Liang Chengbing shuddered violently and jumped up from his chair.
"Director Liang?"
Han Zhuoli could still hear some chaotic shouts from the other end of the line.
Liang Chengbing of course did not reply to them. He quickly asked Han Zhuoli, "Young Master Han, are you here now?"
Han Zhuoli sneered. "Yeah, I'm blocked at the intersection. Your production crew is awesome. "
This was the second time Han Zhuoli had said this.
Liang Chengbing's legs almost gave out. He quickly said, "Young Master Han, it's all because the people in the production crew don't know any better. Please wait for a moment, I'll go over now!"
Luckily, this street was not long. They would not dare to block the road if it was longer.
As Liang Chengbing ran over, he wanted to call the workers guarding the intersection.
But when he picked up his phone, he remembered that he could not even remember the faces of the workers. How could he get their contact information?
He was so anxious that he became muddle-headed.
Therefore, Liang Chengbing ran even harder. He hadn't exercised like this since the PE exam of the college entrance examination.
When he finally reached the intersection, he saw Han Zhuoli from afar and ran over like a gust of wind.
The arrogant worker from before was still confronting the crowd. When he suddenly saw Liang Chengbing flash past, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He blinked and saw Liang Chengbing stop in front of the few people who had come to ask questions.
"Young Master Han!" Liang Chengbing recognized Han Zhuoli at a glance.
He saw Lu Man beside him and thought she looked familiar, but he could not recognize her at that moment.
This was because Lu Man did not have much exposure and did not interact much with the industry. When he mentioned Lu Man, Liang Chengbing might have thought her name was familiar, but he could not recognize her at a glance.
That worker also hurried over. "Director Liang?"
Liang Chengbing's face immediately darkened. "This is the CEO of Han Corporation, Young Master Han!"
That worker was shocked but reacted quickly. He quickly apologized. "Young Master Han, I'm really sorry. I didn't know it was you just now. If I knew it was you, I would have let you in long ago. "
"You didn't know it was me, so you didn't let me in. Now that you know it was me, you let me in, but others still can't enter?" Han Zhuoli said coldly.
"My mother-in-law is living in Yi Garden. She almost couldn't get out of the house. Now that she's out, she probably can't get back in," Han Zhuoli said coldly. "You guys are so overbearing!"
Only then did Liang Chengbing notice that besides Han Zhuoli and Lu Man, there was also an older man and woman beside them.
This woman was probably the mother-in-law that Han Zhuoli was talking about.
But that wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was that the person standing beside him was actually Wang Juhuai!
He had long heard that Wang Juhuai had returned to China and had no intention of returning to the United States. There were rumors that he intended to settle down in China, but it had never been confirmed.
The reporters wanted to contact Wang Juhuai for an interview, but they couldn't. They were all blocked by his butler and manager.
Why was Wang Juhuai standing with Han Zhuoli at this moment?
To be exact, he was standing with Han Zhuoli's mother-in-law.
It looked like … they were very close.
"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Liang Chengbing hurriedly explained. "Although the plan was to shoot in four days, we definitely had to hurry and finish filming as soon as possible. According to the plan, we should be done by tomorrow or the day after. We were mainly worried that there would be a chase scene, and if it was too big, it would hurt people. "
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