As soon as the assistant director finished speaking, Shi Su was testing her grip, seemingly unintentionally whipping the long whip in her hand near Xia Yilin's feet.
The whip cracked just a centimeter from Xia Yilin's feet, successfully scaring her pale.
The floating hem of her fairy-like pink ancient costume was swept by the fierce wind of the whip, and Xia Yilin's expression turned from confident to distressed as she took a step back. She didn't look devastated, but she certainly lost her previous cheerful and chatty demeanor.
She looked worriedly at Shi Su: "Is this thing really safe?"
Shi Su raised her eyebrows and suddenly flashed a bright smile: "Not necessarily."
Instantly, Xia Yilin's face became even more concerned: "Assistant director, you see she also says it's not…"
