As soon as the assistant director's words fell, Suzanne just happened to be testing the feel of the whip, seemingly inadvertently whipping the long whip at Emily Harrison's feet.
The whip passed by at exactly one centimeter from Emily's foot, successfully scaring her face white.
The fairy-like pink ancient costume skirt was blown by the fierce wind of the whip. Emily's face turned worse as she stepped back, her expression was not exactly distraught, but it was a far cry from the cheery state she was in.
She looked at Suzanne worriedly: "Is this really reliable?"
Suzanne raised her eyebrows, suddenly burst out with a brilliant smile: "Not necessarily."
Emily's face immediately looked more worried: "Assistant director, she doesn't thinkit's ... "
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