Standing up and tidying her costume, she walked toward the film set, only to see Zhou Xue coming out of the director's resting tent, a simple temporary structure set up to block the sunlight and serve as a provisional place to rest.
Zhou Xue crossed her arms, giving her a mocking glance: "Miss Xue, did you not rest well last night? Why do you look so haggard?"
Her tone was full of ridicule.
Zhou Xue appeared gentle and kind in front of the camera, often dubbed as the nation's daughter-in-law; but in reality, she was a selfish and harsh woman. Just because the director criticized Zhou Xue, this woman held a grudge against her, never missing an opportunity to sully her reputation in front of the director.
"Maybe I've been too busy with filming lately, staying up at night to study the script, thus my poor complexion. On the other hand, Miss Zhou, your skin looks great, fair and rosy." Zhou Xue was already thirty-six, compared to someone young like Xue Chengcheng, she was old.
