"Director, I…" Wen Dongni was feeling aggrieved: how was this her fault? "That's not what the script says. Those lines don't exist." She had spent several days committing the script to memory, and was absolutely sure that none of the lines Liang Chen had sprung on her just now was in it.
"She knows how to ad-lib, so why can't you? What, do you need every single syllable spelled out for you in the script? We've had a few ad-libs ever since we started filming, and everyone else had no problems adapting to the new lines. Why can't you do it? What's wrong with you?"
"I…" Wen Dongni's red cheeks burnt with humiliation. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
