Jane drove more than three hours before bringing Rosie Scott to the film crew.
Once again, it was that Ancient Village surrounded by verdant greenery. Apart from those wooden houses with red pillars and flying eaves, all that remained were a bunch of biting mosquitoes.
Rosie Scott stepped out of the car and looked around, seeing some staff busy, but no other artists in sight.
Jane opened her phone, intending to book a hotel first, settle her in, and then take her to the set.
Rosie Scott stretched her neck out and leaned closer, grinning: "Sis, is there a hotel nearby?"
"No hotels, only guesthouses."
"Well, which guesthouse is Blake Shaw staying at?"
Jane shot her a look, scaring Rosie Scott into closing her mouth. She pouted: If you won't say, you won't say. Anyway, once I ask around at the crew, surely someone will know.
