The sharp shout sliced through the air.
An Yuwei blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. She turned to see Director Ye standing up from his chair, his face dark, his brows knitted tightly together.
"What are you doing, Yuwei?" he demanded harshly.
She stiffened.
"This is a sad scene," Director Ye continued angrily. "You're supposed to be devastated, heartbroken. And yet you're smiling. Why are you gleaming like a villain whose plan just succeeded?"
The surrounding crew fell silent.
"This is the fifth time," he barked. "The fifth time you've ruined this shot. If you can't act, why are you here? Why waste everyone's time, money, and effort?"
An Yuwei's face instantly paled.
"Director Ye, I'm sorry," she said softly, bowing slightly. "I didn't mean to. I'll adjust immediately. Give me one more chance."
Her eyes glistened as if she were holding back tears, her voice trembling just enough to sound pitiful. But inside, red flames raged.
Who did this old man think he was?
