The director held his forehead and said helplessly, "Chu Yan! You don't know her! She's a green tea who's deliberately trying to get close to you, and you have a wife at home; you can't have contact with her!"
Chu Yan suddenly said, "I give up."
Right after he spoke, he carried Qin Zhao and left the room.
Qin Zhao struggled a bit, wanting to get down, "What are you doing? We're still shooting!"
Chu Yan: "I'm not feeling well; we'll go rest first."
Qin Zhao: "!!!"
Others: "..."
Qin Zhao's face turned red; her fair, delicate skin was as smooth as porcelain. She said somewhat annoyed, "Let me down first. Let them finish this part; otherwise, I'll be laughed to death by them!"
"It's already over," Chu Yan didn't put her down but looked at her somberly, "I'm not feeling well; is that not more important than a show's shooting?"
"Where do you feel unwell?"
"Everywhere."
"..."
Since he wouldn't let her down, Qin Zhao fixed him in place and jumped down herself.
"Zhaozhao."
