Chapter 1059: Retcon

When she got her hair out from her collar, she suddenly realized that people outside couldn’t see inside.

Besides, after knocking twice, the person outside had sensibly turned their back.

What could they possibly see?

Nan Jiaojiao glared at Bo Yanching, who, with plenty of leisure and elegance, raised his eyebrows at her, his hand bent on the steering wheel, thin lips slightly curled, eyes half-drooped intentionally inching down, finally landing his gaze on her little mouth.

Flirting with her again!

How shameless!

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a fierce glare and pushed the car door open to get out.

“Jiaojiao, finally you’re back.

If you didn’t come back, that troublemaker Chu would have turned the world upside down!” Sister Mi complained right away, gritting her teeth, seemingly ready to curse at any moment.

Nan Jiaojiao instinctively tried to hide back in the car.

Sister Mi, quick with her hands, grabbed her wrist and pulled her out.

With her eyes eagerly trained on her.

Nan Jiaojiao had no choice but to ask, “What’s she done now?”

“It’s hard to explain in a few words, you come with me.

I fear she’ll run off again if not watched.” Sister Mi hurriedly dragged Nan Jiaojiao along, wearing high heels that danced over the bumpy mountain path steadier than Nan Jiaojiao in sneakers, taking every step as if flying.

Bo Yanching watched Nan Jiaojiao, shook his head, she’s really leaving just like that, not even giving him a look.

The little heartless one.

It wasn’t until she was out of sight that he reluctantly retracted his gaze and drove away.

Halfway there, they just happened to meet the Director, flanked by two assistants, everyone looking grimmer than the last.

Director Chen froze for a moment upon seeing Nan Jiaojiao, then dashed over and swiftly blocked her way.

“Oh dear, you’re finally back.

I’m begging you, please help, no one can control Chu Yao anymore.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids twitched violently, asking sympathetically, “What’s wrong with her?”

“Come, let’s talk while we walk.”

The Director shoved a bunch of stuff into the assistant’s hands, sending them away, with just Sister Mi tagging along.

“Didn’t Chu Yao injure her neck?

I thought, let’s shoot the second female lead’s scenes first.

Then a new script adds scenes for the second lead and snatches the original highlights from the first female lead.

Chu Yao’s not happy about it.

She insists she’s seen the complete script and won’t accept these drastic changes.

The script was handed to me in three parts, with the final version sent by the chief writer after editing.

I wasn’t with the crew those days, the Assistant Director took charge, filming all the second lead’s scenes.

Now Chu Yao’s upset, throwing shade on Twitter, careless of the impact on the crew, just venting her own anger.

I came back as soon as I heard, and everything was already messed up.

The second lead refuses reshoots, the writer won’t budge, and Chu Yao’s on strike, halting all progress.”

Nan Jiaojiao caught the chaos, but focused on the word “script,” “Mo Bai had already given you the complete script, didn’t you know about the changes?”

“I overlooked it!” Director Chen clapped his hands, “My fault, I just flipped through it once and handed it to the writing team.

The chief writer we invited has won many awards, I trusted her too much.”

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “Who’s the chief writer?”

“Yi Qinghuan.”

Nan Jiaojiao paused, turning towards the Director with a face suddenly cold, lips subtly smirking as she let out a sound that was half a smile.

“Oh?”

The Director didn’t get it, only felt an inexplicable chill.

Just as he was about to say something, Nan Jiaojiao quickened her pace, boarded Chu Yao’s RV, leaving him shut outside.