Jing Yiren read the script, and before filming even began, her heart was already secretly thrilled.
Arrived at the destination.
The crew members busily set up the photography studio, and actors started their makeup.
In the morning, the climate in this suburb was still rather cool.
Sister Qiu had been following Jing Yiren. As soon as they got out of the car, she grabbed a comfortable, soft-cushioned folding chair and opened it up.
She placed it under a large parasol and asked Jing Yiren to come over and sit.
Sister Qiu was big and fat, which had its advantages, as she could snag things faster than others.
No sooner had Jing Yiren sat down than a dedicated makeup artist came over to do her makeup and hair.
Jing Yiren had just started to have her hair put up.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, a girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old appeared.
