No one thought of her as anything more than someone to balance the numbers.
"You, yes, you," the director searched around and pointed his finger at Yan Huan. He didn't even remember her name.
Yan Huan pointed at herself. Is the director talking to me?
"Yes, you. What's your name again?" Only then did the director remember that he had never even learnt her name. Was it because he never asked or that he'd forgot? It didn't really matter, though. Either way, he didn't know.
"My name is Yan Huan, Sir." Yan Huan grinned, not offended at all. She had been the diligent, down-to-earth type even when she was famous, let alone then.
"Right, Yan Huan," the director repeated.
"Alright," he grabbed someone next to him and said, "Go get her ready. Makeup and costumes. It's her part soon."
