Zhang Ming frowned upon hearing the words "depression," and cautiously asked, "Why are you suddenly interested in this?"
Something seemed to strike him, and his face changed dramatically as he said, "Don't tell me you suspect that you might have—"
Sheng Yan shot him a glance and coldly floated out three words: "Thinking too much."
He reached up to massage the center of his forehead and said in a low voice, "Jinxia took on a new film related to depression, and I'm afraid she'll get too immersed and something will happen."
Zhang Ming heaved a sigh of relief and said, "As long as it's not you, that's good. Oh, are you talking about that half-artsy, half-literary film? Literary films love to delve into the harsh realities of life, claiming high literary value and slapping a gold veneer on a mess of things. To be honest, who even watches literary films these days!"
