"Cut! Cut, cut, cut!"
"Han Su! What is wrong with you?! That's a prop! It's not a real child! Why are your hands shaking? Go! Go calm down on the side! Don't come back until you've cooled off!"
Ni Bingyan had worked with many directors. Luo Guangkun seemed the fiercest, but in reality, the fiercest of all was the one who appeared the gentlest: Li Yiru.
Li Yiru valued efficiency when filming, but she was also a perfectionist. Even though they were shooting a TV show, her standards for the scenes were on par with a movie's—in fact, they were even higher than most films!
The visuals had to be beautiful, the emotions had to be right, and the expressions, above all, had to meet her expectations.
The shooting schedule was already tight, and with a set tyrant like her, Ni Bingyan had fought the urge to grab her head and tear at her hair in frustration several times. The only thing stopping her was that redoing her styling would be a huge waste of time.
