"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
On set, the sound of the director calling "cut" was heard over and over again, for over an hour. Not to mention the crew, even the director's voice was practically smoking from all the shouting.
He was thoroughly defeated. Calling a stagehand over and rubbing his temples, he said with a fatigued face, "Rong Yan, let's take a break and try again later. Find your groove."
Rong Yan was drenched in sweat. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead and nodded, "Okay, Director."
Her attitude was sincere, and she knew her lines by heart without missing a word. The director might have been holding back a bellyful of fire, but he only felt gloomy as he waved her over to take a break.
Estelle watched her being cut repeatedly from the sidelines and was anxious too.
When she saw her come off set, she hurriedly offered her a bottle of mineral water, "How's it going? Still not feeling it?"
