Meeting up

Deng hai was still jabbering on and on, while Zhang Yuqin was holding onto ZhuZhu's belongings. Because Wei Zuo had forgotten his lines, this part was 'NG' twice. In addition, the tone of his lines were not on point, and Zhao rang was also very picky about the shadows cast by the lighting technician. It took five takes before it was over.

The photographer entered the room. The next scene had already been arranged yesterday. The lighting technician adjusted the light, but because of time constraints, there was some delay.

It was almost six O 'clock when they were ready to start filming.

The setting sun passed through the eaves, elongating Zhang Yuzhu's figure at the door.

"Yuqin, let's ... Let's get a divorce."

Deng hai spoke for a long time and finally brought up the main point.

ZhuZhu's gone. To you and me, it's a pain. There was also a photographer outside, facing Wei Zuo's face. Under the light, his face seemed a little dark.