Because she felt that if her performance had been poor, Director Zhang would have scolded her already. But since he had called "Cut" just now, it meant that she wasn't doing too bad, and she didn't need to cozy up to him.
Walking over to Jiang Yao, she snatched the small fan from her hand and began to blow it around her face in circles.
This weather was truly going to roast her alive.
The costume was also uncomfortable to wear, a bit scratchy.
"Pretty good, huh Qiaoqiao, got it in one take?"
Wen Qiao hummed, "That's nothing."
This scene didn't really test an actor's skill; as long as one didn't have a wooden face, it was quite easy.
If she couldn't even do well in a scene like this, how could she have had the face to ask Fu Jinghen for this role in the first place?
"You're out of breath just from being called fat," Jiang Yao teased her and then, with a casual glance, noticed her chest area had turned red,
"Oh my, Qiaoqiao, why is your chest so red?"
