Fifteen minutes later.
Fang Jianwei looked at the door that had collapsed at his feet. He could not describe the color of his face.
He raised his finger and pointed at Qin Yiyi, then at the door that was lying at his feet.
In the end, he forced out a sentence, "Whose house is this? Why are they so stingy to find a fake door to put here?"
Looking at the door from afar, it looked quite imposing.
He didn't expect it to be fake!
The corners of Qin Yiyi's mouth twitched, and her tone was light. "You can squat down and see if this door is real!"
"Ah, really? Haha, How is that possible? You're just a little girl. Where did you get such strength?"
Fang Jianwei's tone was full of disbelief.
He even laughed. "I say, niece, tell Uncle the truth. What are you doing here?"
"What movie are you filming?"
Qin Yiyi turned around and looked at him with a strange expression.
"Uncle, you'll know soon enough."
