Through the camera, Song Shuran saw Lu Jinghuai standing next to the director, looking down at the script in his hand.
In a trance, I suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.
I couldn't help but frown slightly, tapping my head lightly, and muttering to myself, "Has this happened before? Or have you ever had a similar dream?"
"What's wrong? I heard you mumbling over there. Is there something wrong?"
The scene was too chaotic and noisy. If Song Shuran spoke a little more quietly, Fu Jiu wouldn't be able to hear a word.
"No, no."
Song Shuran shook her head and immediately put the matter behind her.
In this way, Fu Jiu secretly broadcast live to Song Shuran in a corner of the scene, feeling extremely bored.
But Song Shuran on the other side of the video was very satisfied with this, and the worry on her face was less.
"Okay! It's getting late now, you should come back quickly, and then we can go back to the hotel!"
Fu Jiu's body was stiff from squatting there, and her feet were numb.
Finally, I heard Song Shuran say that she wanted to go back!
"Okay, I'll go back now."
Then he hung up the video, hurried back to the lounge, and followed Song Shuran back to the hotel.
Of course, I even went to the supermarket on the way.
"If you ask me, there's no need for that! Think about it, you've already stewed a fish, there's no need to stew pork ribs, right? I don't think Lu Jinghuai can eat it, what do you think?"
Fu Jiu lowered her head to look at the overflowing shopping cart. Her hungry stomach was instantly filled.
Song Shuran frowned, feeling very conflicted.
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