"Xiaoyou!" Han Xiusi saw Lu Xiaoyou sitting under the chaotic remnants of a city gate and hastily snatched an umbrella from his assistant to rush over.
"Boss?" The driver had just parked the car when he saw the back door open and Long Xiliang pull out an umbrella and get out of the car.
It was now midnight, and because of the shoot, there were still hundreds of crew members on set.
The rain continued to patter down, showing no signs of weakening from before.
A man dressed in a black suit and white shirt appeared on set, attracting the gazes of those around him like a walking magnet.
However, an umbrella concealed his face, and people could only see expensive custom-made leather shoes stepping through the muddy rainwater, the suit trousers clinging to his long legs as they got wet.