Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

However, Luo Wentian couldn't portray that feeling at all, so the director simply had her speak with her head down. Anyway, the dubbing would be done in post-production, which would essentially give the character a new soul.

It's definitely better than Luo Wen's sweet but dry voice!

Although this will significantly increase production costs, the sponsor has said he will handle everything, so there shouldn't be any problems.

He truly loves you!

Long Qingyou's voice was calm, but her eyes were filled with pain.

"If anyone should be leaving, it should be me!"

After saying this, Long Qingyou turned to leave.

"Don't leave!"

As soon as Luo Wentian said those words, their hands became entangled, and in the end, Luo Wentian pushed Long Qingyou down.

"what……"

Luo Wentian's facial expression was consistently exaggerated.

"Card--"

The director frowned and called for a stop.

"Luo Wentian, watch your expression. You look panicked... but that looks like terror. Did you just see a ghost?"

The director felt like he'd really messed up by encountering such a person.

"Huh? Got it!!"

Luo Wen nodded sweetly.

Long Qingyou's clothes were already soaked.

"Director, what do we do if we don't have costumes?"

The people from the dressing room came over.

The director frowned and looked at Luo Wentian.

"We've got the Long Qingyou take, now we'll shoot Luo Wentian alone."

When Luo Wentian heard this, she was furious. She could have made it work herself, and it would have just meant that Long Qingyou would have jumped into the river a few more times.

It was obvious that... Long Qingyou passed without incident, while he had to be filmed again, completely soaked.

The real culprit is Fang Yating.

Luo Wenting's sharp gaze swept over Fang Yating, who was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head.

Luo Wentian filmed a few more shots while still soaking wet before her assistant took her away to change her clothes.

When they arrived at the dressing room, they saw Long Qingyou already sitting there, blow-drying her hair, and holding a cup of hot ginger tea in her hand.

"Ah che..."

Luo Wentian stared intently at Long Qingyou, her eyes filled with resentment, but Long Qingyou didn't even glance at her.

"Ah che-"

Luo Wentian sat down, sneezing incessantly. She had originally intended to frame Long Qingyou, but since Long Qingyou hadn't been framed, she seemed to be the one who had suffered the most.

Especially when Luo Wentian saw Long Qingyou's serene expression in the mirror, her resentment deepened.

At that moment, the hairstylist pulled her hair.

"Are you crazy? You're hurting me... Can't you even handle this...?"

Luo Wentian had already directed her anger at the hairstylist who was blow-drying her hair.

"I'm sorry, Miss Luo!"

The hairstylist had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Long Qingyou put down her teacup and chatted quietly with the hairstylist behind her.

In contrast to the anger of Luo Wentian and her group, Long Qingyou and his group were chatting and laughing.

Seeing this, Luo Wentian became even more frustrated and angry, but in front of Long Qingyou, continuing to vent her anger on the stylist behind her would make her seem like she was being disrespectful.

No matter how I think about it, I don't feel comfortable at all.

After Long Qingyou finished, she left.

Luo Wentian hadn't even finished getting things done, and was just about to mess with Long Qingyou, but instead she lost both her wife and her troops, and ended up embarrassing herself at her grandmother's house.