Mo Chuan graciously cupped his hands in thanks. "Thank you for your praise, young lady. If there is an opportunity, may I have another match with you?"
“No.” Nabu’s raised eyebrows gradually drooped, and she showed a mournful expression. “I sneaked out. If I stay too long, my mother will find out. I have to go back.”
Nabu mounted her horse, looking down at Mo Chuan, her dejected mood rising again. "Mother can imprison my body, but she can't imprison my heart. Don't you Central Plains people have a saying, 'Those destined to meet will meet even if they are a thousand miles apart'? If I see you again, I will definitely defeat you fair and square!"
She gave him a confident and radiant smile, then turned her horse around and shouted, "Giddy up!"
Mo Chuan patted the back of his BMW, watching the graceful yet upright figure gradually disappear into the distance, and said with great interest, "Interesting."
"Card!"
The director was already impressed by Qiao Zhen's arrogance and confidence, and when he saw Qiao Zhen's heroic posture as he mounted the horse, he felt like he had struck gold.
"Qiao Zhen did a great job just now, and her portrayal of the character was spot-on. Keep up the good work! Should we reshoot the riding scene and have her do it herself?"
Qiao Zhen decisively refused: "No, it's too dangerous. The others are all just playing themselves. Director, don't flatter me."
Fan Zhou had another scene to film, so he went to rest on the sidelines, and the makeup artist touched up his makeup.
Qiao Zhen sat cross-legged on the grass, eating the milk cake that Amang had bought from the grassland people, while watching the staff busy at work. She looked at Amang with an expectant expression, "Amang, let's go buy a whole roasted lamb, shall we? I really want to eat meat."
Amang twitched the corner of his mouth and went to discuss the matter with the people of the grassland without complaint.
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