Lu Yinfeng suddenly froze, not daring to move an inch.
She suppressed the urge to swallow her saliva and stared intently at Lin Xiyao's face with wide eyes.
"Xiyao! What are you doing?" the director also hurriedly shouted, "Put it down!"
Many people around saw this scene but didn't dare to step forward, afraid of provoking Lin Xiyao.
Lin Xiyao smiled cheerfully, her expression easy and bright.
Only Lu Yinfeng could see the hatred hidden deep in her eyes.
"What's there to be afraid of? I'm just trying out a scene," Lin Xiyao said disdainfully, raising an eyebrow.
As she spoke, her hand lifted, and the small knife pressed close to Lu Yinfeng's face.
Lu Yinfeng had to restrain herself, trying to stay calm, "Sister Xiyao, your part doesn't seem to include this scene, does it?"
"Ever heard of improvisation?" Lin Xiyao's smile grew thicker, "Lu Yinfeng, you're so timid, a mere prop knife scares you like this."