Xu Qingyan couldn't help but lower his gaze upon hearing this, concealing the flash of ferocity in his eyes.
Zou Lewei was essentially being marginalized. Managing stage props was a laborious task. Although he didn't personally have to do the work, he was expected to keep up appearances. There was no hope of him returning to the director's team.
The second generation always had special treatment.
Ordinary people who'd made such a foolish mistake would have been kicked out long ago; they might even struggle to find work in this industry.
However, being transferred away from the director's team meant it was difficult to get in touch with him. He could only play it by ear, looking for an opportunity to give him a push, to send him off to recuperate.
"Fine then, the prop department is actually quite suitable for him."