On the way to the costume fitting, Shi Lan handed her phone to Sun Ling and instructed, "I sent a private message to someone on Weibo last night. Today, help me keep an eye out for any replies."
"Who did you contact?" Sun Ling's breath hitched, and she immediately felt like she was living on "the edge of a knife" every day.
"No one special, just shared my thoughts about the character design of the secondary female role."
Sun Ling, somewhat bewildered, opened An Lan's Weibo and casually clicked on the messages, saw the avatar of the screenwriter from "Smoke Beauty", and gasped, but quickly calmed herself down. Perhaps the esteemed screenwriter receives too many private messages to notice Shi Lan.
Don't panic, don't panic, small scene.
Sun Ling felt that in these few days with Shi Lan, she had completely forgotten what industry norms were.
Every day was spent insubordinately "defying superiors".
