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In the temporary rest tent set up by the crew, the assistant was still arguing with the director, and the assistant director was pulling a stand beside him. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could feel that they were about to overturn the tent.

Sitting in the chair given to him by the office, Shen Mingbei's back was straight, and he didn't care about the people around him.

He was also wearing a costume that had been changed from early to rise, with dark hem and big sleeves, and a pair of white hands that stretched out from the inside to hold the phone. Staring at the communication page that no one answered, I don't know if I'm in a daze or thinking about something.

After a while, the clerk saw that Shen Mingbei's face was unnaturally pale and frowned, so he came over and asked him if he didn't eat in the morning.

Shen Mingbei nodded. Director Chen is a very demanding person. In order not to delay the morning shooting, he asked the makeup and hair teacher in the crew to do styling at 5 o'clock in the morning. There was no time to eat.