Early the next morning, Capital's largest film production base was bustling with people.
In a corner of the set, Lu Xuan sat serenely on a comfortable wicker lounge chair, beside him stood a large parasol that perfectly shielded him from the increasingly warm sunlight.
This arrangement was meticulously planned by his agent Gong Qing, who was well aware of the old man's importance to Lu Xiaoying, thus sparing no effort in attending to details.
The location was carefully selected, ensuring both cool comfort and a clear view of the shooting area.
Lu Xuan didn't need to move; his gaze could easily penetrate the bustling crowd of the set, resting on his granddaughter Lu Xiaoying who was performing the script in the distance.
He could watch her dressed in traditional clothes, fully immersed in her role in front of the camera.
As for Gong Qing, she always stood respectfully beside Lu Xuan, posture humble.
