When the afternoon shooting started, Qu Suihuan hardly spoke a word. He was like a puppet with his soul taken away, doing whatever he was told to do.
In contrast, Su Yitong and Jiang Mingyu were in a group. They showed their affection to each other and received unanimous praise, and their CP fans were crazy about them.
Of course, he did not forget to scold Qu Suihuan.
Su Yitong was very satisfied with the result, and arranged for the team to intensify the efforts and hire more people to trample Qu Suihuan so that he could never recover.
When the young assistant saw Qu Suihuan's lifeless look, she knew very well that it was all her fault.
It was she who listened to Su Yitong and gave the man money.
Just a few thousand bucks.
The young assistant felt guilty and continued to be distracted by Qu Suihuan.
Suddenly, I accidentally knocked over the kettle.
Seeing that the kettle was about to fall onto her legs, Qu Suihuan, who was closest to her, slapped it away.
All that could be heard was a loud "pop" from the kettle, and the young assistant screamed and shrank her shoulders.
"Are you okay? Did you get burned?"
Qu Suihuan's concerned face was close at hand, exactly the same as it was that night.
The young assistant wanted to say thank you, and Su Yitong just happened to come over.
"Xiao Tao, are you okay? Did you get burned?"
Su Yitong's gentleness and thoughtfulness obviously surprised the assistant. She quickly lowered her head and denied it repeatedly.
"Sister Tong, I'm fine, it's okay."
"I'm glad you're alright. Go down and have a rest first. You've been working hard lately."
Look, what a thoughtful person.
The young assistant lowered his head, habitually afraid of being slapped.
But with just a glance, she discovered that there was a red spot on the back of Qu Suihuan's hand.
Her drooped eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, and a tear fell uncontrollably.
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