Qin Guan stopped laughing abruptly and took a deep breath. Ah! I feel pain in my chest!
"Camera!" Qin Guan's face was still twisted in pain. Taking advantage of it, he began acting.
He looked up with a cold expression. The slightly twisted muscles on his face showed the sinister nature of the commander of the imperial guard.
It was the only thing that was effortless. His demeanor changed the atmosphere from funny to tense though.
His expression along with his black uniform made the crew feel afraid. They were all shocked by Qin Guan's acting skills. That young man has a great future ahead of him.
When that scene was over, the crew ran around to prepare for the next one. Meanwhile, Qin Guan was shouting inwardly. Someone help me! My chest hurts!
As soon as he recovered, the next scene began. Gao Fuming was having a discussion with his subordinates in the prison. He was planning on hiring an assassin for Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan.
