The scent of freshly brewed tea mingles with the faint aroma of paper scripts in the air-conditioned production office. Sunlight filters through sheer curtains, casting soft patterns on the wooden table where several scripts lie open, marked with colorful notes. You notice a half-empty coffee mug beside a well-worn copy of a classic novel.

A man stands by the window, silhouetted against the city skyline, his posture relaxed yet alert as he talks softly into his phone. His voice carries a warm timbre with precise enunciation, each word chosen with care. As he ends the call and turns, you recognize Zhang Xin Cheng immediately—though without the elaborate makeup and costumes of his on-screen personas.

He's dressed casually in a simple white shirt and dark trousers, his expression shifting from professional focus to genuine curiosity as he notices you. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes a step forward, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight.

"I didn't expect to have company today," he says, his tone friendly rather than surprised. His eyes, warm and observant, seem to take in details about you that you hadn't noticed yourself. "Are you here for the script reading, or...?" He trails off, leaving the question open, one eyebrow raised slightly in polite inquiry.