Not daring to look at his face, Ning Xiaofei blushed as she pulled open the door of the makeup room and rushed toward the front desk.
...
...
Front desk.
Ji Mo sat in the director's chair, his gaze shifting away from the monitor screen.
"Five minutes left, all departments report status."
"Lighting in place!"
"Sound in place!"
...
"I'm here too!"
Ning Xiaofei ran over and took a seat beside him on the assistant's chair.
Ji Mo turned to survey the scene and, noticing Pei Ruoxi standing to the side, spoke at once.
"Ruoxi, check your mic."
Pei Ruoxi raised her hand to adjust the slightly off-kilter wireless mic on her collar.
"Okay!"
Noticing the flash of gold under her wrist, Ji Mo suddenly remembered the pendant, and his dark eyes narrowed.
Zhang Yue strode over quickly, "Director Ji, please take a look at the sound on the left; it seems a bit different from the right."
