1340 How Could You Not Care About I

The atmosphere at the scene was deadlocked.

Everyone had been so engrossed in the shoot that they had forgotten that it was replaced by Tang Yuan. Tang Yuan's people were still waiting outside! It was unreasonable to let that big movie star wait for so long. The director decided to play the good person. "I'm so sorry, Qiang Zi. Sorry for having Sister Tang wait so long for me. Let me go over there and apologize to her personally…"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Xia Yingluo sneer.

The director's heart fluttered, speculating whether his attitude towards Tang Yuan caused Xia Yingluo to be upset, but Tang Yuan was an ancestor and he couldn't afford to offend her.

He was thinking about a remedy when he saw Xia Yingluo tidy her armor and say to Tan Ying, "I'll go remove my makeup first, it's so heavy."

Tan Ying nodded, and without looking at the director or Qiang Zi, he helped Xia Yingluo walk to her exclusive dressing room.

Qiang Zi still wanted to ridicule her a few more times, but the Director quickly grabbed him.

After they went away, the director lowered his voice and said to Qiang Zi, "You are too daring! What is Xia Yingluo's background? Is it necessary to compete with her now!"

"I just can't accept it." Qiang Zi sighed angrily. "What is she? Isn't she just relying on a good birthplace? She relied on her parents for their blessings and wronged our Sister Tang. Our Sister Tang didn't climb up to where she is now to suffer from her scoldings! It's not that I'm biased, but if we look at skills, Sister Tang is a few streets ahead of her!"

The director smiled bitterly, and the other staff members who had followed him also looked awkward.

Qiang Zi glanced at them dismissively. "Why, do you disagree? Our Sister Tang's acting skills are so amazing. Why? If you look at the entertainment industry, can you find a second her?" It was no wonder he could say such things, Tang Yuan's acting skills were indeed impressive and was rated as one of the best young actresses.

But she was now facing Xia Yingluo!

Qiang Zi wasn't in the studio just now and wasn't aware, but all the other staff members were clear—

The interpretation of this advertisement by Ms. Xia was simply fantastical, and they were even afraid that ten Tang Yuan wouldn't be able to reach it!

*Cough*

The director cleared his throat. "Now is not the time to vent your anger. Qiang Zi, let's go and take a look at Sister Tang. Sister Tang should have put on her makeup and is waiting for the armor, right? Once Xia Yingluo takes off the armor and brings it here, we can start filming! Tonight I'll treat you all to dinner and apologize to Sister Tang…"

Qiang Zi's expression got better and he went to Tang Yuan's exclusive dressing room with the director.

On the other side, in Xia Yingluo's exclusive dressing room.

The girl took off her armor neatly and put on her soft and comfortable dress.

She was sitting in front of a spacious dressing table, and several stylists were busy removing makeup for her. She said with slight laziness in her voice, "Xiao Zhou, is there a lighter?"

Xiao Zhou was her assistant, and she was stunned for a moment. "No. Miss, I'll borrow one."

"No, I have it here." Tan Ying, who had been leaning at the door watching her makeup getting removed, smiled and produced a valuable limited edition lighter from his jacket pocket. He turned it between his fingers.

"You know what to do, Uncle Tan." Xia Yingluo also smiled and batted her eyelashes at Tan Ying through her makeup mirror.

Tan Ying didn't answer, but he proved with actual actions that he knew just what to do—he just picked up a hanger and smashed it. The monitoring and fire alarm on the ceiling shattered. Water poured down and several stylists exclaimed, holding their heads to dodge the water.

"What are you doing?!" Jerry glared at him.

Tan Ying smiled. "Shh." He walked to the corner of the room where the armor was piled up and lit the lighter. The flames suddenly jumped on the pile of exquisitely crafted armors, and the orange-red fire tongue swept across. Soon, the prop that the stylists had spent several days and nights creating were distorted and transformed into flames, producing black soot.

"Stop! You're crazy!" Jerry's expression changed to desperation and he rushed forward to extinguish the fire.

In the dressing room, a bodyguard brought by Xia Yingluo reached out and grabbed him. He need only move lightly and Jerry was unable to move.

"Let me go! You have no right to destroy my props!" Jerry glared at Tan Ying.

Tan Ying was calm. When he saw that the armor was almost burned, he signaled the assistants to extinguish the fire and let Jerry go. "This set of props has been used by Ms. Xia," he said slowly to Jerry. "How can it be used by others? It's already burnt. What are you anxious for, it was originally Ms. Xia's exclusive props."

Jerry was so upset that his chest heaved up and down. This man was too overbearing!

"That was the hard work of our entire styling team! Mike, Ah Lian, don't you agree?!" He turned to look at his two companions.

The two companions didn't dare to oppose Tan Ying face to face as much as he did, but they were also angry.

Tan Ying sneered. "Hard work? Don't tell me you're willing to let Tang Yuan wear this armor and let her trample on it?"

The stylists now realized that Tan Ying was unwilling to take the armor to Tang Yuan, so he had simply burned it! He was so… overbearing!

Were all the Skyart people so overbearing?

They looked at Tan Ying inconceivably, and then at Xia Yingluo, who was sitting quietly in front of the dressing table.

Xia Yingluo hadn't finished removing her makeup, but the stylists who had been helping her remove her makeup were too shocked by the burning of the armor and were still at a loss. Xia Yingluo picked up a horn comb and slowly took care of her long hair, and said with a lazy voice, "It's just a small thing. We only burned a minor prop, do you need to be so upset?"

"How is this a minor prop?!" The veins on Jerry's forehead were about to burst in anger. If it weren't for the bodyguards, he would have rushed forward and grabbed Xia Yingluo's collar and growled. "Do you know how much effort this armor cost us? You are too disrespectful of the fruits of our labor!" Stylists all differed, some stylists only took the job as a chore, but some people took it as their career, and Jerry was obviously the latter.

He had the spirit of craftsmanship and excellence and found it most unbearable when his work was disrespected by others.

Even if that person was a rich and powerful lady!

Looking at his stunned and angry expression, Xia Yingluo smiled. She turned her fair and beautiful hands and passed the comb to him.

"What?!" Jerry exploded in anger.

Xia Yingluo tilted her head slightly and motioned at her long hair that was like a flowing spring waterfall. "What about your professionalism? I haven't removed my makeup yet."

It was basically an understatement.

It was as if she hadn't instructed anyone to do such an excessive job of burning the armor at all, as if she was just saying "the weather is really good today".

How could this woman be so indifferent and at ease?!