"Cut——!"
A loud voice broke the stillness.
Sitting under the parasol, Jian Guoqiang held a megaphone, "Ruan Qi, it's a wrap!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lan, He Ma, and Xi Xi rushed onto the film set.
Ruan Qi scrambled up from the ground, ignoring others around, took the cold towel from Mo Lan's hand, and stuffed it into her shirt.
The highest temperature in the Imperial Capital today is thirty-six degrees Celsius, and the current ground temperature is nearly sixty degrees. You could crack two eggs on the ground and they'd be cooked in no time.
Ruan Qi had been lying on this tarmac in nothing but a short-sleeved shirt for almost half an hour, and her back was already burning hot.
She shoved the cold towel down her back, the cold water sliding down her skin, the burning sensation barely alleviated.
Mo Lan lifted her shirt to take a look—
Her back was bright red, as if scalded by boiling water, quite shocking.
"Looks like it's a burn."
