After saying that, Zhang Yan hurriedly covered his mouth, seemingly only just realizing that other crew members were present, yet there was not a trace of apology in his eyes.
However, no one paid any attention to Zhang Yan's one-man show. Apart from the minor actors gathered around the male and female leads, fussing over them, everyone else was simply watching the drama unfold.
Little Fang, the assistant left behind, was equally bewildered. Little Fang had never expected Shen Xingshuo to walk off so casually, leaving a weak, helpless little assistant to face the flames of gossip alone.
Shen Xingshuo strode away briskly. Before he reached the entrance, he spotted two figures nearby. One was bundled up tightly, with only his signature tuft of hair standing in the wind.
"Second Brother!" The white down jacket waved his arms excitedly, then tugged at the gray coat beside him. The former charged forward like a runaway horse, while the latter stumbled along and was nearly pulled over.
"Slow down, you little menaces!" Shen Xingshuo hurried forward to steady Shen Jun, keeping the two from falling. Watching Shen Yu wobble like a roly-poly toy, he could not resist reaching out to pinch his cheek.
"Look at you, Little Yu. You even managed to get onto a film set."
Security on set was tight, and the surrounding scenic area had been booked out with extravagant spending. He had not expected his two younger brothers to be able to stroll right in.
"Second Bwother, your hand... so cowd!" Shen Yu's cheeks had gone slack from the cold, and with Shen Xingshuo squeezing them like a stress toy, his mumbling sounded thoroughly aggrieved.
"All right." Seeing his youngest brother shivering, Shen Xingshuo hastily withdrew his hand, remembering to pull Shen Yu's hood into place as well.