"OK." The stylist withdrew his hand and snapped his fingers.
Jiang Yisheng never cared about these things; he didn't even look in the mirror. He tugged at his collar, stood up, and headed out. "Wen Rang, let's go."
"Alright." Over on the sofa, Wen Rang hurriedly packed his bag and, along with his assistant, quickly followed him out.
When they reached the beach, and from a distance, Jiang Yisheng saw the person standing next to Director Zhang, a flicker of shadow crossed his eyes.
At this moment, Director Zhang waved at him and called out loudly, "Yisheng, you're just in time. Come over and listen to the filming sequence for later."
"Yisheng, you go ahead, I'll go put the stuff away," Wen Rang said.
Jiang Yisheng nodded and walked over.
As Jiang Yisheng's elegant figure came closer, Ji Mingqian absentmindedly listened to Director Zhang speak.
