"Ranran, that hammer weighs eight kilograms, are you sure you can swing it?" Jiang Ning asked specifically while helping Ye Ranran prepare the props.
Ye Ranran glanced at Yun Zhan, who was touching up his makeup, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, I must be able to swing it."
Otherwise, how would I deal with this guy, Yun Zhan.
The male gods had changed into their professional coats and were lying on specially made chairs when the production team's staff placed long, rectangular, imitation-granite stones on them.
It wasn't heavy, but the position was very uncomfortable.
Passersby got excited when they saw this scene.
"Ah, who is that, how dare she wield that hammer at our Nie Hanquan, I don't want to watch!"
"I don't want to watch either, our Jing Shuo is still lying there, that woman is so annoying!"
"Hmph, all pretense, she's clearly a vixen, get lost, don't bully our Qin Mu with your hammer."