Sister Yang immediately lit up with joy upon seeing the visitor, and warmly greeted her: "Oh my, Miss Hang, you're here—must have been a tiring journey!"
The woman glanced at Sister Yang, her face smug, casually removing her sunglasses and tossing them to an assistant: "Flying for over ten hours is indeed tiring. Here I am, fresh off a film shoot in Hollywood, and now I've rushed to your set, haven't I?"
"Would you like to take a rest first?" Sister Yang trotted along behind Hang Qingqing.
"No need, let's get to work right away—" Hang Qingqing walked into the makeup room, where a dozen staff members were bustling about, catering to her needs, brewing coffee and fetching clothes.
Hang Qingqing flipped through the script, as if thinking of something, and added: "Right, didn't I mention I'd bring a friend to join the crew, to play my personal maid in the show?"
"She'll be here soon, so prepare her costume and lines in advance."
