"Hahaha, the young master's face has gone white, but I got a scare just now too. Who knocks on the door in the middle of the night, especially in a place like this?"
"Seriously, it's scary. Could this be a prank from the production team?"
"I'm dying of laughter, Director Sun, stop scaring him already."
"A big guy, over six feet tall, scared stiff like a quail."
Jiang Yan sat on the stool without moving, his hand holding the cup trembling uncontrollably, a few drops of noodle soup spilled over the rim.
Knowing the camera was still rolling, he coughed loudly with his fist to his lips, masking the awkward silence.
"Hey, bro, could you check the door for me?"
The cameraman stood still and shook his head upright, "I need to keep filming, opening the door isn't part of my job."
Seeing the other person standing rigid like a statue, eyes narrow and devoid of emotion, Jiang Yan finally gave in.
