George Reed gritted his teeth, sarcastically saying, "If you’re so capable, why don’t you go ask your aunt?"
George Reed was definitely mocking Julian Campbell, not expecting at all that his artist was shameless, cheering and jumping up, "Great idea!"
George Reed’s forehead veins throbbed, his hands clenched making a crunchy sound, only through sheer willpower he managed not to do anything impulsive.
He kept chanting to himself, he signed it, he signed it...serves me right, serves me right!
"Aunt," Julian Campbell sidled up, blinking watery eyes, looking pitifully at Sophie Wilson, "I’m hungry..."
George Reed’s slender nerve named sanity finally snapped directly.
Had he starved Julian Campbell or mistreated him?
Damn it, what’s with this pathetic "I’m hungry"?
"Brother George, Brother George! Calm down, calm down!" The assistant saw the situation and quickly leaped forward, holding George Reed from behind, "Don’t be impulsive, don’t be impulsive, this is in the crew! The crew!"
Even if they were at a secluded place, if they really started a fight, the commotion would still let people hear and attract a crowd.
"Brother Campbell’s ...it’s not just one or two days..." The assistant mentioned this blushing.
Who knew that esteemed Julian Campbell, in public, is actually just a joker behind the scenes?
"Let’s eat together." Sophie Wilson said with a cheerful smile, whereas before Julian Campbell was an idol in her eyes, now...no matter how she sees it, he’s just a junior.
Whenever she sees Julian Campbell, she inexplicably feels herself so kind-hearted.
Julian Campbell cheered, immediately grabbing his chopsticks to eat.
After taking the first bite, Julian Campbell immediately turned with tearful eyes, glaring accusingly at George Reed.
The just-calmed-down George Reed instantly had all his hairs stand on end, what was he about to do?
What shenanigans now?
"Aunt, where did you buy this food? It’s so delicious." Julian Campbell suddenly felt he was eating slop.
He’s quite accomplished, why can’t he even have a decent meal?
"Brother George, Brother George, calm down, if you break it, can’t act, we have to pay breach penalty." The assistant firmly held George Reed, preventing any impulsive irrational actions.
George Reed was furious!
Did he mistreat Julian Campbell?
Julian Campbell’s abandoned orphan look, who was it for?
"No idea." Sophie Wilson laughed as she pushed a dish towards Julian Campbell, this child, why does he look so pitiful?
Nothing like a radiant star.
"All arranged by your uncle," Sophie Wilson’s words shot an arrow into Julian Campbell’s chest.
Is this the difference between a wife and a nephew?
Fine, he accepted it.
Julian Campbell diligently ate, with his addition, they both finished just all the food.
While sharing the fruit, Julian Campbell suddenly thought of a question, then quickly texted Charles Seymour, "Uncle, the food you ordered for Aunt, does it include my portion too?"
Otherwise, this amount, Aunt definitely can’t finish it alone.
Yesterday was the first day of shooting, Uncle didn’t come, today is Aunt’s first time eating alone.
"Take care of your aunt."
Charles Seymour replied quickly, the text didn’t answer directly but the meaning was clear.
If you’re eating, you must pay back, no such thing as a free meal.
"Absolutely!" Julian Campbell quickly replied.
Not to mention there’s delicious food involved, even without it, he’d take care of Aunt.
For family ties, that’s one reason, another important reason...if Aunt had any issues, Uncle might just tear him apart.