Wen Wanzhi rushed to the shooting scene, already somewhat out of breath.
Since being diagnosed with blood cancer, she had become very easily fatigued, and her physical strength had significantly diminished.
Fine beads of sweat glistened on Wen Wanzhi's delicate neck, with a few strands of loose hair sticking to it.
"What's wrong?"
Luo Chen's racing suit jacket was half off, leaving him in an awkward state of in-between.
"The outer coat is sewn together with the heat-resistant suit."
Wen Wanzhi let out a soft gasp of surprise.
"Sorry, I'll fix it right now."
When Bao Yancheng arrived, Wen Wanzhi was kneeling at Luo Chen's side.
She had several needles and threads pinned to the sleeve of her right hand and was skillfully and swiftly addressing the issue.
Her soft hands occasionally rested lightly on Luo Chen's waist and thigh.
Flames nearly burst from the dark depths of Bao Yancheng's eyes.