"Kakaka—!" The pot-bellied director glared angrily at the extra who was wearing thin clothes in the middle of the night, "Our time is precious! Our film is also precious!"

"I'm sorry - I'm sorry -" The frail girl kept bowing to everyone, saying sorry to everyone while sweating profusely.

Duan Mingyue, who was being admired by a bunch of makeup artist assistants, looked at the extras opposite with a sneer, "Don't be nervous, I just want you to slap me. Just do it for a show, and we will go to the nightclub."

Come on! Don’t waste everyone’s time! I also have a nightlife!”

The first words Mu Siyu heard when she came to the set were Duan Mingyue's words, "I also have a nightlife."

She frowned, and the page of the magazine she saw at the police station appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel blocked in her heart.

Seeing Duan Mingyue surrounded by everyone, applying makeup and fanning herself, Mu Siyu couldn't help but curse in her heart, Xiao Jirong is such a pig!

Actually, anything can fit into his bed!

The extra Song Ying, who was scolded so badly and was wiping her sweat nervously, glanced sharply at Mu Siyu standing in the corner.

She bit her lip and moved her thin body to Mu Siyu's side.

"Why are you here?" she asked her softly.

"Xiao Jirong doesn't want me anymore." Mu Siyu shrugged and said indifferently, "What, you got scolded again?"

"Did you do something outrageous again..." Song Ying looked at the red and swollen fingerprints on Mu Siyu's face and her eyes widened, "How did it happen like this? Xiao Jirong hit you?"

Apart from Xiao Jirong, she couldn't think of anyone else who dared to touch Mu Siyu with that list.

"I'll talk to you later!" Mu Siyu's face changed slightly, and she pushed Song Ying to go to the camera, "The director is calling you to film! Let's go home after the filming is over!"

Song Ying looked at Mu Siyu helplessly. Ever since she met her, she had been doing all kinds of things that made her speechless.

For example, Mu Siyu kicked the man who molested Xu Shaowei, the son of the richest man in the city, last week, cut short the long flowing hair of Duan Mingyue who scolded Song Ying last week, and blew up the man who mocked Song Ying for her flat chest last week.

And poor socialite Han Chu’s fake breasts.

She could no longer guess what other unbelievable things Mu Siyu would do!

"I hope it won't be something shocking..." Song Ying shook her head. Just as she was about to say something else, Mu Siyu pushed her to the camera.

Mu Siyu went to the corner and found a small bench to quietly watch Song Ying filming.

The night wind made Mu Siyu feel a little cold. She tightened her clothes, but there was still a burning pain on the left side of her face.

She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on her left cheek. This was the first time Xiao Jirong hit her.

She had known him for five years and been with him for two years, and this was the first time he hit her.

Closing her eyes, she seemed to still be able to see him unconscious on the beach that year with his eyebrows furrowed.

From that moment on, he settled in her heart so domineeringly and brutally that no one could shake him anymore.

Until two years ago, he stretched out his hand to her under the old banyan tree and said, "Mu Siyu, follow me..."

At that time, she was very excited, but later she found out that he only brought her with him because she was Mu Xianglan's sister.

She sighed and shook her head to get rid of those sad thoughts.

Song Ying and Duan Mingyue in front of them were playing a tragic drama. Duan Mingyue was the tragic heroine, and Song Ying was the overbearing mistress. The showdown between the two was very exciting.

However, at this moment, Song Ying, who was supposed to slap Duan Mingyue, failed again.
Chapter completed!