Shen Mianmian couldn't help but laugh, "Stop flattering me, hurry up and eat. If you're not sleepy, let's run lines for a while."
"Sure thing."
Yang Xiaoxi finished eating quickly, wiped her mouth, and said, "Mianmian, you have to wash the dishes again. If Brother He knew how much you're taking care of me, he would be so worried about you."
He Nan always tended to worry about Shen Mianmian; whenever they were together, he wouldn't let her do anything.
"You're the one with the sweet mouth."
Shen Mianmian had no way of dealing with Yang Xiaoxi. After cleaning up, she took out the script to rehearse with her.
Yang Xiaoxi, reading her lines, would burst into laughter easily. Shen Mianmian reminded her, "It's fine to laugh now, but you'll need to hold it back when we're filming. Some of the veteran actors perform very well and can do it in one take. If we cause too many retakes, they'll get angry."
