Bao Yancheng sat with his long legs crossed, calmly sitting on the chair.
He indifferently watched the drama unfold at the recording site, seemingly detached from it all.
He seemed to have seen her, the Wen Wanzi from the past who never admitted defeat.
Stubborn and obstinate.
She would throw a small tantrum whenever he tried to help her.
Until a weak voice beside him interrupted his thoughts.
"Director Lu, can there be two pieces? I haven't heard of such a rule before."
Xiang Yiran turned to Director Lu, who sat beside her in serene composure, her voice delicately questioning.
Director Lu pushed his glasses up, his gaze never leaving the stage.
"Technically, the time reserved by the production team is only sufficient to produce one garment. However, if the designer has spare capacity, we wouldn't mind seeing more exceptional pieces."
Xiang Yiran nodded and remained silent.
Her hands tensely clenched together under the hem of her dress.