The director called cut again, and Qiao Jiashang slammed the glass onto the table with fury.
"Ye Sihan, can't you put a bit more heart into it? I've downed five glasses of cold water already. If you have something to say, just spit it out—I can't stomach this punishment!"
Bai Meimei seized the opportunity to chime in, "Isn't Sister Ye someone who knows all her lines like the back of her hand? Could it be... she doesn't recognize that character?"
Around them, the extras and the staff let out a round of quiet laughter.
With her face flushing red, Ye Sihan didn't dare make a scene and instead looked toward the director.
"Director Song, I'm sorry, I have a bit of a headache... May I rest for a little bit?"
Director Song Changqing dropped the microphone, displeased, "Everyone, take a ten-minute break!"
As Ye Sihan stepped down from the stage, her assistant immediately came over to take the prop from her hand and hand her a bottle of water.
"Do you want to take a pill?"
