Thinking about these things, Jiang Xinyue naturally got distracted, her thoughts wandering too far, completely out of it.
Again, Lu Xingzhi began playing the piano for the third time.
This time, Jiang Xinyue's gaze on the stage was without problem, but when she met He Yan's eyes, it was too indifferent.
Or rather, too cold.
"Jiang Xinyue, can you do this or not? Is that the expression of someone looking at a loved one? That's looking at a stranger!" Yan Zedong's temper flared up, his anger immense.
"I'm sorry, Director. Let's do it once more! I'll adjust myself," Jiang Xinyue's face flushed red. It was difficult for her to become the lead actress; she took a deep breath and began to adjust herself.
"If you can't do it, leave early," Yan Zedong said, face darkened.
He looked towards the stage at Lu Xingzhi, "Little Zhi Liao, I'm very sorry, we need to do it again."
"It's okay, let's do it again!" Lu Xingzhi was quite alright without any sign of impatience.
Again.
"Cut!"
