Jiang Miaomiao's parents, who had been guiding them from the side, laughed along as well.
It was still Jiang Miaomiao's mother who saw Lei Xuan standing there at a loss and beckoned to him. "Come on, I'll take you to wash up. It'll be harder to clean once it dries."
She even comforted him, "Good thing that was squid, not cuttlefish. Squid aren't very good at spraying ink. If it had been cuttlefish, your whole outfit would've been stained."
Lei Xuan: "..."
Thank you, Auntie, but that was not comforting at all.
He borrowed a spare set of clothes from Yan Xianjue and changed into them.
When he returned to the camera, the viewers said:
"???"
"???"
"Who is this?"
"If we're identifying him by his hair... is that Lei Xuan?"
"Didn't the assistant director dye his hair weird colors too?"
"Don't be ridiculous, he's short."
"Assistant Director, don't look. It's a bad review."
"Damn, so Lei Xuan isn't ugly when he wears normal clothes."
"Actually, he's not ugly normally either. His clothes just make people completely overlook his face."
"I totally get it. You don't even get a chance to look at his face before his clothes blind you."
Not to mention the viewers—even Yan Xianjue's group and the rest of the production crew were seeing Lei Xuan in such normal clothes for the first time.
Lei Xuan noticed that everyone's eyes were on him.
He lowered his head suspiciously and looked himself over. "Is it strange? Or did I not wash something clean?"
"No," Yan Xianjue said solemnly. "After knowing you for months, I can finally see your face clearly."
Lei Xuan actually looked a little taller and more slender than Yan Xianjue, but he was thin, so Yan Xianjue's clothes fit him just fine.
Hearing Yan