"I'm grateful to you, but my heart belongs to Rou Rou!"
Yet, the male lead held Jing Yiren, her delicate body in his arms, looking at her face darkened by the makeup artist, but it couldn't hide her fine features and moist eyes.
The pain evident in her clear eyes made anyone who saw it irresistibly want to pity her and wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
The male lead stared fixedly at Jing Yiren, speechless for a long while. Everyone was anxious, not wanting to call cut during this perfect moment.
But as the male lead remained silent, the director had no choice but to yell, "Cut!"
He immediately berated the male lead, "What are you doing? Holding onto the beauty and can't let go? You need to say your lines! Are you mute?"
The sharp-tongued director cared little whether you were a big star or a minor one. Any unprofessional mistake that he disliked, he would scold.
With his heart pierced by the director's words, the male lead apologized, red-faced.
