As soon as Hu Mingxi stepped into the dressing room, she sensed that something was off.
Just when Mingming pushed the door open, everyone had still been chatting and laughing, guessing whether today's boxed lunch would be ribs or chicken legs, and discussing which crew to go check out after they finished shooting in the afternoon to see if there were any parts.
But the moment she walked in, those voices were like someone had hit the power button—whoosh, they cut off.
Hu Mingxi looked completely baffled.
The silence was quickly broken.
The one who spoke was Feng Miaomiao, who'd been called out by the director several times. "Xi Xi, how did it feel hugging your idol? Your Sister Wan must've realized you're a Wanfeng, so she racked her brains to help you fight for such a long close-up shot, right? Didn't you take the chance to cling to her big, thick thigh and get her to add a few scenes for you or something?"
