"Ah, brother Zhang, what's the matter?"
Ruan Mengmeng looked at the recorder in front of her, her little face slightly stunned.
Brother Zhang, the recording artist of the crew, had always taken good care of her. He was a very forthright big brother who was in his late twenties.
Ruan Mengmeng was used to seeing him being unbothered by trifles on set, so she was not used to seeing him blushing and fidgeting all of a sudden.
"Yingluo, can you give me your hand?"
Ruan Mengmeng,"Yingluo."
What was he doing?
Just now, the young girl was still a little confused and didn't understand, but now she found that brother Zhang's face was red and his dark face almost turned into the color of a tomato.
He immediately guessed that Yingluo was right.
No way. Brother Zhang wasn't going to confess to her, was he?
