"Listen, you two are practically an old married couple. Go home if you want to get lovey-dovey..." The director held up his megaphone, his booming voice ringing out everywhere.
Fu Sichen raised his eyes toward him. "Are you in a hurry?"
The director lost his nerve a little and held out his pinky. "A little. Just a tiny bit. Carry on, carry on."
But Xu Chao had already turned toward the prepared set, his voice somewhat flat. "Let's get started."
The young man's indifferent retreating figure seemed the polar opposite of the one that had run over so joyfully moments earlier.
Fu Sichen froze briefly, his brows unconsciously drawing together.
Soon, the actors, lighting crew, and camera crew took their places again, ready to shoot.
Although Fu Sichen had absolutely no acting experience, Director Chen personally taught him how to move and where to stand, so it was hardly a major problem.
Besides, this scene focused on the Little Heir revealing the true feelings hidden deep in his heart for the first time, laying the groundwork for his later descent into darkness.
They had thought replacing Xu Chao's scene partner with Fu Sichen would help him get into the right emotional state faster.
But now, as the man gently stroked the Little Heir's face according to the scripted movements, not only did the Little Heir still dodge him, his eyes held even more hurt.
What was going on? They had been so affectionate just now. Why was he suddenly sulking?
Lin Zhiya's heart ached at the sight. The moment the director called cut, she hurried over. "Chaochao, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Gu Chengfeng finally found an opening to speak to him too, mockery written all over his face. "Acting should be left to professionals. Someone who knows nothing