Lu Aotian did not say a word about it. Not only was he capable of chopping tongues off, he had done it before.
He took Lu Meili's hand. "We are going home. I will not leave you here to strain your body for a movie. Don't you know that your health is more important? How old are you?"
Lu Meili looked happy although she was being scolded. "No matter how old I am, I'm still your little girl. So you have to take good care of me."
Lu Aotian had never been this happy.
The father and daughter duo left the filming location chatting cheerfully.
"Eer... you just gave us the shock of the century. How can you simply leave?" The screenwriter gawked at their backs.
"I think it makes sense. No wonder every time I saw Lu Meili, I would see designer Wan Jia through her." The director commented.