Yao Qing felt like she was about to laugh out loud.
Life really is a stage everywhere you look, these two had already started performing a duet in front of her before filming even began.
She reached up to brush back a lock of hair beside her ear, then took the bag that Ruan Qiu was carrying behind her.
"Oh, you won't do my makeup for me?" she looked coldly at the people before her, "Then I'll do it myself, what do you all think?"
An Ru lowered her head and forced a restrained smile.
When she looked up again, her face showed nothing but worry and hesitation.
"Miss Yao, this is a period drama, not a modern one. That design on the forehead, you couldn't possibly get it right... If you ended up painting something monstrous, it would cast shame on the makeup artist of the crew, wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
The producer snorted coldly, taking Yao Qing's words as nothing more than a joke.
