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Qiao Anhao calmly sat in her seat, waving for her make up artist to be still.

The make up artist didn't quite understand what Qiao Anhao meant, but stood by the column beside her.

Nearby, Lin Shiyi wore a cold smile, as she watched what had just happened. She calmly raised her chin to let her make up artist retouch her make up.

After checking the set, the director walked back into the make up room to check if the two of them had finished preparing yet. He couldn't help but furrow his brows when he saw that Qiao Anhao sat relaxed and hadn't even started yet. "Xiao Qiao, why haven't you started getting your make up retouched?"

Qiao Anhao looked towards the two scripts in front of her. Without leaving any space for negotiations, she pointed at the earlier script and said, "If we're shooting this script, then I'll get my make up retouched. If we're shooting this script, then I'm not shooting."