The door slammed open.
She looked up, her nail polish brush skewed, slipping and painting beyond the nail, and she froze.
Why had Xue Jingchuan come?
Jiayi followed behind him, not carrying any costumes.
"So none of these costumes work, eh?" Xue Jingchuan pointed at the costumes Jiayi had previously brought over.
In the past two years, Xue Jingchuan had reached the status of a king in the domestic entertainment industry, and his joining the production was a result of the investors' exhaustive efforts.
Xue Jingchuan's last project hadn't even finished filming, yet the movie production was willing to wait, which spoke volumes of his status on the set.
Lei Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat, unsure why this popular young king had gotten involved in this matter, and, of course, she couldn't afford to offend him. Besides Xue Jingchuan's status, she also had to often act opposite him, so she maintained a respectful tone, "Mhm, the clothes she brought over don't fit."
