"Cut—" the director shouted loudly.
"What the heck is going on, Justin?" Director Zoe was running out of patience.
Agnes was getting angry too. If it were a script requirement, that would be unavoidable. But Justin was clearly joking just now.
"Sorry, director. I wasn't in the best state just now. Let's do it again," Justin said to the director.
Justin was extremely popular in the industry, and his whimsical nature was well-known. Some excessive behavior from time to time was nothing new.
But his fans loved him just like that, as if he were the moon in the sky. To his fans, everything Justin did was right.
The director was helpless. "Let's shoot again. If it still doesn't work, we'll do it tomorrow."
Agnes said to Justin, "If you keep this up, don't blame me for being rude. I'm trained in Taekwondo."
After saying that, she waved her fist at Justin.
Justin smiled gently, seemingly indulgent, "Impressive, my little princess."
Agnes got goosebumps. She really didn't like Justin's overly enthusiastic attitude, but she felt she couldn't change it.
The wire was hoisted up again, Sylvia screamed as she descended, suddenly landing on Samie who was asleep.
Samie opened his eyes, looking at the woman who fell from the sky in shock, unable to react for a moment.
Their lips touched, staring at each other for ten seconds. In those ten seconds, their faces were full of surprise, anger, and embarrassment.
The director nodded satisfactorily in front of the camera; all the onlookers were mesmerized.
At this moment, a tall figure stood at the door. Jared had just returned and saw this scene.
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