"President Land, this, this joke isn't funny!" The director repeatedly waved his hands.
"Whether it's funny or not, I'm the one who decides."
He left behind the director, who was dumbfounded like a block of wood, took the towel, and walked into the room.
"Director, President Land, what on earth did he say?"
The assistant director, seeing the director in a daze, was also quite curious about what Asher Land had just whispered in his ear.
"Ah, everyone get ready. In ten minutes, we'll shoot this scene."
"Huh?" The cameraman was also a bit puzzled. "Didn't President Land just say Miss Smith is on her 'monthly,' so she can't shoot..."
Standing to the side, Daniel Hughes secretly rejoiced. It seemed he still had a chance with Sophie Smith.
"Young Master Hughes, your scenes for today are finished. If you're tired, you can head back to rest."
"What? Finished?" Daniel Hughes scoffed. "Isn't there still a bed scene with Miss Smith to shoot?"
Bed scene?
