After a short break, Su Xiaoxiao found Zhu Rong, who was doing her makeup backstage. Upon seeing Su Xiaoxiao approach, Zhu Rong greeted her warmly.
"Little Miss, what brings you here?"
"You look beautiful today. I wanted to chat with you since you have a scene coming up. Maybe offer you some guidance."
Getting advice from a veteran, Zhu Rong couldn't be happier.
"Sure!"
After the makeup artist left, it was just the two of them.
Su Xiaoxiao didn't waste time and pulled a pack of matches from her bosom, handing them to Zhu Rong.
"Here's the thing, the director and I added a scene for you. You'll take over my part outside the room and light a fire. It's a chance for you to have more screen time."
Zhu Rong stared blankly at the matches in her hand. Was this a joke? These matches could hurt people, possibly even kill someone.
"I can't do this, Sister Xiaoxiao. I can't harm anyone. Is this real, or is it a prop?"
Su Xiaoxiao pressed her shoulder reassuringly.
