Song Yaoyao ran over to question the technicians. It turned out that one of the switches on the rain machine had broken. She crouched down to help, and after it was fixed, she went to help move the props.
Beauty Min clicked her tongue. âThe little director is too hardworkingâ¦ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAhem⦠didnât you notice anything else?â
âHuh?â She turned her head and looked at Chuan.
âFor example, her excessive strengthâ¦â
The two looked over and saw the little girl carrying a large cardboard box that covered her head. She walked forward steadily, while behind her, two people were carrying a cardboard box together. They even looked like they were struggling.
Beauty Min: â⦠maybe the things in her box are light?â
Xiang Chuan didnât comment and shrugged.
A short moment later, they saw Song Yaoyao bend over and take out a pile of prop weapons from the cardboard boxâ¦
âWoahâ¦â
Beauty Min was shocked.
She must be a monster!
Huo Jiu felt his teeth ache as he stood in spot, unsure of what to do.
He really wanted to rush up and say to Song Yaoyao, âMiss Song, put that down. Let me do it!â
If this was seen by Mr. Huo, would his heart ache for the delicate girl who was raised in the Huo Manor and who needed people to coax her?
He evenâ¦
Huo Jiu touched the back of his neck. He felt that he wouldnât be able to escape if his master knew about this.
He watched as Song Yaoyao took out the prop weapons to examine them, then turned around to leave, intending to carry them out againâ¦
He couldnât help but rush up and shout out, âMiss Song! Please rest, Iâll do the heavy work!â
Was there no one on the set? She didnât need to do these things.
âErrrâ¦â
Song Yaoyao was shocked by him. Huo Jiu realized that her eyes were red, like a little rabbitâs.
âMiss Song, whatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â
Song Yaoyao wiped her hands on her pants as if nothing had happened. There was a small wound on her fair little hand that was oozing blood. It was probably cut by something.
Huo Jiu knew how delicate she was, but she held it in.
âSomeone!â
His pupils constricted. âMiss Song is injured. Bring the car over and take her to the hospital.â
Song Yaoyaoâs head was full of questions. âWhy are we going to the hospital?â
âWhat? Song Yaoyao, youâre injured!â
Kang Yuan stopped filming. He left the script and ran in their direction. The others followed suit.
It was like an earthquake.
âWhere are you injured? Is it serious? Go, go, go, Iâll accompany you to the hospital! Why are you carrying this for no reason? Didnât I tell you to look at the rain machine?â
Kang Yuanâs face was stern as he looked over with heartache.
Song Yaoyaoâs eyes were red as she raised her index finger innocently. âHereâ¦â
Her soft voice was nasally.
Everyone saw that her eyes were red. How bad was her injury? Why did she look so pitiful?
However, when they saw the small wound on her index finger, they all fell silent.
Should they say something to ease the awkwardness?
Huo Jiu didnât care what these people thought. He only knew that it was his fault that Miss Song was injured.
âThe car is here. Miss Song, get in the car first.â
âItâs not seriousâ¦â
Song Yaoyao sniffed. It only hurt a little.
âAhem, no matter how small the wound is, you canât ignore it. If you donât even know what cut you, how much bacteria could there be?â
Kang Yuan added with heartache, âFrom now on, youâre not allowed to do such menial work. If there arenât enough people in the production team, then weâll recruit more! What is the person-in-charge doing? My student came to the production team to learn, not to do chores for you guys! Look, sheâs bleeding!â
âYou must go to the hospital!â
It was one thing for her to run some errands and take a look at some props, but why did she have to carry them with her bare hands.