Hearing Zhang Xueyan's irresponsible words, Gui Kairong's anger flared. "We agreed before coming that the filming here would be demanding, and we only have one week," he stated firmly. "Arrangements in the Northwest are already complete. If we fall behind here, we'll have to renegotiate with them. Do you realize how much effort the people behind the scenes have poured into this?"
Zhang Xueyan's earlier remark—"What does that have to do with me?"—had crossed Gui Kairong's line.
If she didn't consider herself part of the film crew, then an actor like her had no place in a film he directed. "Since you're determined to go your own way, then I have nothing more to say," he stated.
Zhang Xueyan assumed Gui Kairong had yielded. With the air of a victor, she swept her gaze over everyone in the room, convinced that even a director like Gui Kairong had to defer to her.
She yelled to her assistant, "Sister Li, help me pack. We're leaving now."
