Under the scorching sun, Ying Jing sat on the sand, with a piece of paper under her.
Holding half a loaf of bread in her hand, gnawing on it.
By her feet, there was also a box of unfinished milk.
Lunch hadn't arrived yet, and the morning scenes were quite physically demanding, so she was a bit hungry.
Thankfully, Ziyue's backpack still had some snacks.
Ziyue suddenly appeared, handing a phone over to Ying Jing.
Ying Jing still had a huge chunk of bread in her mouth that she hadn't finished chewing.
"What?"
"A video call from Mr. Wen."
With a sudden cough, Ying Jing almost sprayed breadcrumbs from her mouth.
She wanted to wipe her hands to take the phone and realized she didn't have any paper beside her.
At the start of the shoot, she would keep wet wipes handy and love cleanliness. But over time, Ying Jing just gave up, finding it pointless to keep wiping when soon she'd get dusty again.
With all that time spent fussing, she could have had a nice rest instead.
