After obtaining the certificate, Yu Lingqian drove Mu Anran to the film crew, and then he headed to Emperor's View Building.
As soon as Mu Anran entered the photography studio, she heard Song Yan shout angrily, "Cut!"
He stood up abruptly, his mouth twitching, but when he approached Xue Murong, he still forced himself to maintain a pleasant demeanor, "Murong, your emotion isn't quite right. Why don't you take a break and find the feel?"
Xue Murong's complexion also looked quite awful. She nodded and headed to her private rest room.
No sooner had she left than the whole studio seemed ready to explode:
"Hey, what's going wrong here? It's just a scene of scolding a palace maid, and after ten takes, we still haven't got it right. I'm really fed up."
"Goddess Xue seems a bit off today."
"Could it be that she had a fight with her fiancé?"
Song Yan frowned, clearly irritated, "Alright, enough of the gossip. Get ready quickly, let's shoot something else first."
