Of course, Xia Siyu was still angry. Could he really be that busy, without even a second to reply to her?
She was still fuming, not returning to her makeup room, instead grabbing a chair in the studio, crossing her legs and sitting with her arms folded, looking defiant and bristling. When she saw Chen Fan coming over, she didn’t seem pleased: "Aren’t I supposed to shoot the comrcial with you?"
Chen Fan was taken aback for a mont: "Yes?"
Xia Siyu lifted her chin: "Then why is that guy coming over?"
It took Chen Fan a while to rember who "that guy" was. It seed that the industry rumors about Xia Siyu and Bo Yan not getting along were true, despite their perfect pairing in the film. Chen Fan chuckled, scratching the bridge of his nose: "I’m the one holding the wine in the background."
... Alright. Fortunately, n are easier to prepare than won. After waiting half an hour, Bo Yan quickly erged from the dressing room. It was clear that he had showered, washed his hair, and changed into a suit. Unlike Chen Fan, who was the lean model type, Bo Yan’s suit revealed the contours of his muscles, making him appear more solid and robust.
During the New Year when they stayed ho together, Bo Yan had a routine of daily weightlifting exercise. After joining the film crew, with als taken outdoors in tough conditions—ascending and descending mountains—and the poor diet, his fitness coach had to supplent his nutrition with protein powder and other supplents to maintain his physique.
In the past half-month, not only had he tanned a bit and beco rough around the edges, but he had grown stronger as well.
While Chen Fan still looked like a handso heartthrob, Bo Yan had beco a stalwart and resolute man.
After Bo Yan arrived, the director was still explaining how to shoot. His makeup was not yet finished, so he sat in a chair waiting for the makeup artist to apply makeup.
To stay close to "Storm," where the male protagonist is a decadent artist with a pale complexion and unkempt hairstyle, the skin tone issue could be resolved with makeup. The makeup artist was furiously applying multiple layers of foundation, quickly toning down his complexion. As for the hairstyle, having just taken a shower, tousling it into a fluffy and ssy style wasn’t difficult.
Everything was fine except for Xia Siyu glaring at him from the side. Xia Siyu sat there with one leg crossed high, arms crossed, looking like she wouldn’t be easy to deal with, intimidating the makeup and hair stylists.
When the makeup was about done, Xia Siyu stretched out her leg and kicked the leg of Bo Yan’s chair, her expression unfriendly: "Do you know how much my ti is worth per minute? I’ve been sitting here waiting for you for an hour! My ti is extrely valuable and you have no sense of ti!"
She didn’t care about showing their personal disputes publicly. Today, she wanted to vent!
Suddenly Xia Siyu erupted, startling everyone on set. Although everyone was busy, it’s inevitable to be late sotis, and the staff were used to big nas being late, so even being five or six hours late.
But Xia Siyu’s lashing out at Bo Yan wasn’t entirely unjustified.
The room fell silent. The other staff had heard of their discord and didn’t dare to intervene at this mont. Wei Jingjing and Song Fengzhi knew the details but couldn’t interject into the couple’s argunt. Chen Fan, being inconspicuous, wished he could shrink himself to avoid collateral damage.
In the silence, Bo Yan spoke first. His voice was slightly hoarse, he smiled and said: "It’s my fault."
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