"This is the first time I've realized there's such a place in the airport. Poverty has limited my imagination!"
"So does everyone with a private plane have a lounge like this?"
"Please pay attention, this is specially made for the Collins family. Others don't have this!"
At this moment, the staff at the door actually learned from the bullet screen/comments that they were fortunate enough to see the Collins family's unique private lounge.
The director cleared his throat, ready to knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
The door opened quickly, but to everyone's surprise, instead of Hallie Morgan, it was a casually dressed Dylan Collins who stood at the door.
He was wearing a white shirt layered underneath, grey trousers, and looked at the people at the door indifferently, his face calm and emotionless.
The Program Team was stunned, suddenly not knowing how to speak.
"Mr.… Mr. Collins."