The maroon insurance door in front opened, and the assistant director came out shouting. The workers waiting in the hallway sprung into action, neatly wrapping up their tasks.
Xi Zheng followed behind Zhu Cuixi, wearing an upright tawny coat that made him stand out as he walked, and the assistant director's gaze lingered on his face for quite some time.
The living room was cluttered with miscellaneous equipment, and from a bedroom facing the south came intermittent voices.
Xi Zheng glanced to the side and noticed An Chuyu at first sight. Her wet hair was draped over her shoulders, water droplets still present on her face, wrapped in a white bathrobe, slightly bending forward, one hand holding the crossed lapels over her chest, staring intently at the monitor in front of the director. Her hair hung down with her movements, dripping water splat by splat.
A male actor, wearing the same style of bathrobe, stood beside her.