"Pass!"
Director Wang's excited voice rang out on set, and everyone's attention slowly turned away from that spot.
"Nam Zhi, you did a good job. Keep up the good work."
Director Wang's praise caused a stir among the people on set.
As Nanzhi came out, Daju immediately rushed over and hugged her.
"Nanzhi, you acted so well, you really didn't disappoint me." She said, and was about to kiss him.
Nanzhi covered her mouth, "Daju, I know I'm pretty, but you have to restrain yourself a little."
Daju: She knew it; this person can't live a day without being narcissistic.
No one present dared to flatter Nanzhi, except for Anmu.
"You acted really well."
Nanzhi smiled back: "Thank you, you're not bad either."
Nanzhi glanced at Daju, and the two turned and left.
An Mu's agent was displeased as soon as Nan Zhi left.
“An Mu, you don’t need to chat with her. If the paparazzi take pictures of you, they’ll start making up stories about you again.”
An Mu disagreed: "But I think she's a nice person, very polite, and very pretty."
After filming, Nanzhi took a few more photos and sent them to Jiang Qingyan.
[We've temporarily finished filming a short scene. My eyes are swollen from crying, and I'm a little tired.]
Jiang Qingyan was admiring the flowers in the garden when he received the message.
He tapped the original image with his fingertip, tracing the girl's swollen, wet eyes. For some reason, he lost his focus, and his phone slipped from his hand, falling to the ground.
Just as he was about to reach for it, the servant behind him quickly came over and picked it up for him.
"Young Master."
Looking at the phone handed to him, Jiang Qingyan maintained a smile: "Uncle Jiu, you also think I'm useless, right?"
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