Mu Zeyu greeted the photographer and the crew, exchanging a few polite words, like asking them to take good care of Xiyan.
When he turned around, he noticed the young girl still frozen in place, her expression extremely unpleasant.
Mu Zeyu walked over with concern, asking, "What's wrong with you?"
"..."
"Summer?" Mu Zeyu gently nudged Xiyan, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Xiyan suddenly raised her head, looking at Mu Zeyu's face that was so close, and shook her head, "I'm fine."
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Throughout the shoot, Xiyan was completely out of sorts, slowing down the progress significantly.
Finally, they wrapped up the day's work. It was already past six in the evening.
Resting her head against the car window, Xiyan stared blankly at the vehicles passing by outside. Suddenly, her lips moved, "Uncle Zhang, stop here, please."
They weren't far from Xia Mansion. She wanted to get out and feel the breeze.
The driver respectfully pulled over to the roadside.
