After more than an hour of styling, the actors had almost all arrived, and the dressing room was getting busier and busier.
When Wen Li finished her hair and makeup, she didn't see Zhou Xingyun. She checked her phone and found that Zhou Xingyun had messaged her an hour earlier saying he had to go back to the company for a meeting.
So Wen Li left the dressing room, grabbed a grand chair and a palm-leaf fan from the doorway, and then moved to the shade of a tree to lie down and catch up on her nap.
Cicadas chirped in the trees, and a warm breeze rustled the leaves, casting dappled shadows that shimmered gently.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard an angry voice in my ear.
"Who gave you permission to accept these roles without my consent? And with my status, you want me to play the second male lead? I don't care! Come here right now and terminate my contract! I'm not doing web dramas! And..."
Wen Li opened her eyes in annoyance and saw a man wearing ripped jeans and a backless shirt making a phone call.
Her gaze slowly moved upwards, and in just one glance, Wen Li's eyes froze, and the hand that had been waving the palm-leaf fan instantly relaxed.
Snap—
Wen Xingming paused mid-sentence, turning his head to look at Wen Li, who was sitting in a daze on the armchair.
Wen Xingming subconsciously looked down at his outfit.
She had just finished a concert, and her outfit was custom-made by a famous designer. The top was a sky-blue, backless, diamond-encrusted short-sleeved shirt, and the pants were hand-cut, starched, ripped jeans. It was a one-of-a-kind piece in the world.
The little girl's eyes were glued to him; she must have been captivated by his handsome appearance.
Wen Xingming immediately returned an approving look and gave Wen Li a thumbs up.
Little fan, you have good taste!
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