Nan Jiaojiao slapped her hand, "Shut up."
"Alright!"
Chu Yao had enough of acting and pulled Nan Jiaojiao up to stand.
The crowd that had gathered before dispersed, returning to their respective tasks. The stunt double who had been rescued was surrounded by a few concerned people. Judging from the look on her face, she was still shaken; her face, pale as paper, had hair strands glued to it by sweat.
The Director expressed some concern and then stopped in front of Nan Jiaojiao, his eyes aglow, staring at her intently.
Chu Yao felt something was off and quietly hid Nan Jiaojiao behind her, "Director, she's not suitable."
"Xiao Yao, come on, don't be so distant with me? Honestly, the crew can't find another stunt double. This role only has one or two scenes. In the script, she heroically sacrifices herself to save you—these are all her highlight moments. Plus, she's wearing a mask; no one will see her face. Can you lend a hand?"
