"Cut, that's a wrap!"
With Shao Changqing's shout, the lights across the set brightened, and Luo Xingmu was lowered from the wire rig.
Seeing this, Shao Changqing hurried over, handing Luo Xingmu the coffee he was holding.
"Mr. Luo, you're done for the day and can clock out now. Thank you for your hard work."
Luo Xingmu glanced at the coffee in his hand but took the thermos cup from his assistant instead.
"Director Shao, it's late, I'd rather not drink coffee now. In the future, you don't need to buy it for me; isn't the production's budget pretty tight? Saving a bit of money could allow everyone to eat a little better."
Shao Changqing knew that Luo Xingmu said this out of consideration for him, but it still felt bitter to hear.
But then again, the popular young actor was trapped in his production, unable to leave.
Whether they could afford to pay his salary was another matter, let alone whether the movie could be properly finished.
