Huo Jiu lowered his head respectfully. "Please wait a little longer, I'll—"
"Eh? Did someone deliver supplies? Who was it?"
Everyone was resting at that moment. It was stuffy and hot, so they didn't feel cold.
The set appeared spotless and clean, but the truth was, the production crew was a mess. All the places that didn't appear on screen were filled with machines.
Song Yaoyao's legs were covered with a blanket. She was so lazy that she didn't want to move.
Huo Jiu went out to order food. After a while, he led a person with a food box in.
Beauty Min was only in her early twenties, and she walked in briskly with the food box in her hands.
"Little Director, what are you eating? I don't know who sent so much food to our crew! Huhu, I haven't eaten outside for a long time! Eh? This taste is a little familiar... Have I eaten it somewhere before?"
