Chu Mufeng froze.
Chu Mufeng felt guilty.
Chu Mufeng was deflated.
Ming Ge sat in the lounge chair, propping her chin with one hand, "Isn't it almost your turn to shoot, Senior Chu? Go on~"
Her urging tone was filled with teasing laughter.
Chu Mufeng: "..."
Chu Mufeng suddenly gritted his teeth, "What exactly do you want?"
The woman looked innocent, as if she were naturally naive, "I don't want anything. The previous action scene with the wires was super exhausting. My back and waist hurt, and I have leg cramps. I've decided to rest up. Senior Chu, you should go touch up your makeup, don't keep Director Jian Sheng waiting. Go on~ Go on~ Hurry up~"
Chu Mufeng was a bit at a loss for words due to her affected and pretentious tone, but remembering he needed her help, he had no choice but to bear with it and hold back.