After she finished speaking, Xia Qing slowly raised her head, the corners of her mouth slowly lifting, unable to hide the arrogance in her eyes.
She slowly turned to look for Fang Ning and found her looking down at some documents, completely absorbed. There was no telling what exactly she was doing.
She walked over and looked down.
Fang Ning had just been studying the script and her lines. Director Wang had spoken to her about the script for this book last time.
But that had not been a detailed script, after all. In fact, there were some differences from the sample Director Zhang had given her before. The script had most likely been revised.
Now that she was looking closely, she suddenly found it fascinating. The second female lead in The Journey Home was a talented but lost graduate of a prestigious university who had contemplated suicide under society's crushing pressure. Through her own unique wanderings, she finally found her way home and chose to volunteer as a teacher, helping people whose lives were even harder than her own.
Everyone was a rising sun at eight or nine in the morning. Even ordinary people could live wonderful lives and shine with their own light.
Fang Ning suddenly found it very interesting. To think that a character on a page could come alive through her-what a fascinating thing that was.
Seeing Fang Ning react, Xia Qing smiled and reminded her, "Miss Fang."
"All right, I've finished my audition. It's your turn."
Fang Ning put down the script. Not far away, more than a dozen cameras stood on mounts around the floor, as though waiting for her to enter the battlefield.
Director Zhang was over there, motioning for her to come over.
"All right, I'll head over first." Fang Ning's voice