"Smart." Lu Heting nodded in agreement. He buried his head in her shoulder and asked, "How was the shoot? Was it tough?"
"It's not hard at all. It's just that the military uniform is more than 20 kilograms. It's made of real metal. Director Guo Feng is really willing to spend money on props." Su Bei sighed. "But when I wear it, it looks really impressive. If it wasn't for Director Guo Feng forbidding everyone to take photos, I would have shown you the situation on set."
She said it happily, but Lu Heting knew that it had been tough.
He reached out to lift her collar and found that there were indeed scratches. Instantly, his heart ached as if it was being pricked by needles.
"Don't move. I'll go get the medicine." Lu Heting pressed her down on the sofa.
Her skin was too tender, so she got hurt easily.
After taking the medicine, Lu Heting pursed his thin lips and did not say a word.
