Chapter 1711: Low-Key, the Ultimate Flex

“Are you in a hurry? Do you want me to go in and find her for you?”

Bo Yanching said, “No need, it’s not that urgent, I’ll wait for her to finish work.”

“How long will that take?”

Song Yuan asked her agent, and Bo Yanching also heard, but she repeated, “There’s a night scene tonight, and the weather forecast says it’s going to rain. If it really does, that would be great, Director Chen has been waiting for this night rain for a long time. But who knows how long we’ll have to endure. Could you ask Jiaojiao, or find somewhere to wait?”

“No need.”

“Alright then,” Song Yuan pressed her lips, “I’m heading to shoot the scene. If you need anything, you can ask my agent.”

Bo Yanching nodded without replying.

Song Yuan walked away a few steps and then turned back, smiling at him, “I really liked the return gift Grandma Bo sent last time. When I have time, I’ll visit her again.”

Bo Yanching’s lips pressed slightly, not exactly a smile, but his expression remained calm.

Song Yuan tightened her shawl around her and ran off.

She kept looking back, even when the view was far, and the car roof couldn’t be seen anymore.

Yi Qinghuan was discussing the script with Director Chen. Seeing her, he called her over to talk about the scene.

After finishing with business, Yi Qinghuan asked her, “Why did changing your makeup take so long? Were you sneaking snacks again?”

“No, I ran into… just chatted for a bit.”

“Who did you run into?”

Song Yuan gave her a look.

Subtle, unspeakable.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been seeing the same luxury car recently. The plate is amazing; my girlfriends and I tried to dig but couldn’t find the owner. I’m so curious who it is inside!”

A small assistant of Producer Zhou suddenly jumped into the conversation.

The crew’s working atmosphere is usually very serious, especially when Director Chen is working seriously. But once the business talk is over, things become less tense. Plus, his quirky nature makes him open to chatting with those he knows well.

In the crew, gossiping rarely happens behind Director Chen’s back.

After all, he’s pretty sly himself. Sometimes he even joins in, listening intently and giggling at gossip within the circle, learning which actors are good to work with and ignoring those with many scandals.

“You saw it too? I saw it too! There’s only one of those cars globally. It’s my first time seeing someone so high-profile; definitely a top boss!”

“Ahem…”

Director Chen tossed a few peanut shells, “Girls, don’t use such crude words.”

“A wealthy, high-class, handsome gentleman!”

So that’s how you put it!

“It should be Jiaojiao’s friend.” Song Yuan said casually, holding a cup.

Yi Qinghuan looked over immediately.

“Which Jiaojiao?”

“Nan Jiaojiao? The one from the styling team? Master Su’s apprentice, Nan Jiaojiao?”

Song Yuan seemed surprised, “We see each other every day, how come you all have such a faint impression of Jiaojiao?”

“This woman is just too low-key. Who is he to her, boyfriend?”

Song Yuan was unwilling to say more, “I don’t know, I haven’t misled you guys, don’t guess blindly.”

“Alright, everyone get ready for the next scene.”

Director Chen put the rest of the peanuts back, “Song Yuan, go rehearse the scene with Yang Yi; I’ll adjust the camera angle.”

Song Yuan nodded, taking off her shawl to hand it to her agent, but handed it directly to Yi Qinghuan.

“I’ll hold it.”

Yi Qinghuan raised her eyebrows slightly to the front, “You go on, this scene is quite important, shoot it well.”