"Fangfang, take Sihan to change clothes." Da Bao's voice was even colder than the chilling wind around.
Tian Fang didn't bother to explain anything, quickly coming over to help the shivering Sihan towards the dressing room. She didn't look back, but from Da Bao's hurried glance, she read the oppression and ferocity before a storm.
The director over there took a moment to react, jogged over, looked up, and nervously explained to the tall, handsome young man, trying to stop Sihan from changing, "Hey, Young Master Yu, Sihan still has a scene coming up..." After all, this makeup wasn't easy to apply.
Da Bao shot him a cold glance, "Stop filming today, and I'll pay ten times for the downtime!"
Director Chen, usually quite authoritative in front of the crew, instinctively shrank back when confronted by Da Bao's icy gaze.
Da Bao stood tall like a pine tree, his gaze like a sharp sword sweeping over the people and things in front of the camera.
