What exactly is the standard for a good actress?
Zhou Yun had been pondering this question.
In a few years in the industry, she was so fortunate and yet so hardworking, she was filled with piety and awe towards acting, but at the same time, she was bold enough to try any innovation.
She had never thought of a fixed answer.
However, Zhou Yun knew at least one thing for sure.
That is, no matter when, she must go all out.
After hearing Wen Bing's shout of "Action!", Zhou Yun leaped from the tall building.
Behind her, the assassin in pursuit let out an angry roar.
Zhou Yun's body was already against the glass wall, sliding down rapidly, but upon hearing this angry roar, she instinctively lifted her head and glanced at the rooftop.
This glance was outside of the design.
The fierce wind whipped past her cheeks.
Zhou Yun's indifferent glance made her appear extraordinarily calm, treating the current danger as nothing.
The aerial camera was following her at high speed.
