Hua Yan waited until six o'clock, quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, wearing a bare face without even applying water or lotion, because she would need to put on makeup there. It wasn't necessary to do these things, so she washed her hair, let it down, wore a long down jacket, with a tracksuit underneath, and walked out like this.
She knocked on the opposite door, and someone came out covering his stomach, with a very poor complexion. Hua Yan saw him like that and found it funny, yet couldn't laugh.
"Are you okay? Maybe you should stay here to rest. With that complexion, you won't be able to shoot later!"
"Go, go, go, little brat, do you know how to talk? You're asking a man if he's okay, there's a problem with that in itself. I am okay! I'm just dehydrated, already took medicine, need to eat something to replenish energy in a while."
Hua Yan wanted to support him, but he waved her hand away: "It's not that exaggerated. You go ahead, I can manage myself."
