Deep In a Galaxy Chapter 82

It was snowing outside the window in the dead of winter, but the room was well heated, even so hot that one had to wear shorts. Add to that the triple spicy barbecue and small beer, and Director Mark Lee felt that the whole world had suddenly become literary. What was even more charming was that Mr. Han was not there.

Since they were going to film in school, they had to deal with the school's administrative agency, and there were a lot of messy places that needed stamps. The assistant director ran in the cold wind and got two patches of high altitude red. He fell seriously ill in less than a day, so Blake "kindly" lent out his bodyguard.

Director Mark Lee's eyes welled up with tears when he heard the news. Such a good thing that achieves multiple goals at once only comes once in a hundred years.

Mr. Han is tall, well-dressed, and looks quite gentle and handsome. He pushes the frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose with his white and slender fingers. Coupled with his magnetic and low voice, he is absolutely suitable for dealing with the old ladies in the Logistics Department, Security Department, Academic Affairs Office and various institutions. They always respond to his requests.

While resting at night, Blake flipped through the thick list of faculty and staff on the bed, and he really couldn't understand why he got such a thing.