As soon as these words were uttered, Cheng Dongyuan's face instantly changed. He hastily asked, "Is everyone alright?!"
"Fortunately, only one female assistant suffered from altitude sickness, but now we need to find a rescue team to help quickly."
Cheng Dongyuan said, "Quickly call Miss Fang over!"
...
When Wen Xian rolled down the slope again, she didn't know what she hit with her waist, but she let out a stifled moan.
Her complexion turned pale, and everything in front of her seemed particularly blurry.
The director once again shouted "Cut!"
She clutched her waist, struggling to stand up slowly, her hair wettened at the temples and sticking to her cheeks, the sunlight making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
She lifted her hand slightly to shade her brow and looked in the direction of the director, a rough sound rolling in her throat, her voice hoarse:
"Director, do we need to do another take?"