Unconsciously, that tense atmosphere seemed to have vanished all at once.
They were about to shoot again, and Xia Siyu hadn't finished her big lollipop. It was teetering precariously from her bites, and the stick couldn't support the wobbling candy. She carefully caught it with a napkin underneath and handed it to Wei Jingjing, saying, "Put it away, I'll finish it later."
Wei Jingjing looked at her with a particularly disdainful look, almost rolling her eyes to the sky. But since they were filming, she didn't say anything, just took the lollipop and stepped back.
This time, after adjusting, Li Yiru's entrance felt different. Before the door was knocked, her laughter could be heard from outside. The sound was hearty, with a kind of Zhang Yang's vibe that precedes Wang Xifeng's entrance—you hear her before you see her. When she finally confronted Xia Siyu, she embraced the character's essence, projecting scheming and arrogance right on her face.
