Ji Weitian hastily stuffed her phone into her bag, sat down with her daughter, and stared intently at the door.
After a while, she realized the noise was not coming from their room but from next door.
Ji Weitian could faintly hear children shouting "Dad" and "Mom," it seed like that team had ford successfully.
Subsequently, there were a few more movents, neither too loud nor too soft.
All the noises were of the neighboring teams forming successfully.
Ji Weitian counted on her fingers, four tis already, and there were a total of five family teams. Maybe it was their turn next?
With that thought, Ji Weitian straightened up and sat more rigidly, anxiously waiting for a knock.
She waited a long ti and still, no one ca.
It was almost ten o’clock, at least half an hour had passed since the last family had tead up.
Why hadn’t family number ten co yet?
Finally, a knock— "Knock knock"—sounded at the door.
Ji Weitian quickly stood up, holding her Daughter, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling, and hurried to the door, twisting it open.
Outside stood a female makeup artist carrying a suitcase.
Seeing Ji Weitian, she introduced herself, "Miss Ji, right? The production team heard you haven’t done your makeup and specially arranged for to co over."
"Makeup?" Ji Weitian was surprised and swallowed nervously.
"I thought we weren’t officially filming today, so why apply makeup?"
"Even though it’s not the official recording, it’s still the first eting, and it’s important to make a good impression. Besides, these clips may very well be edited into the publicity video," the makeup artist explained patiently.
Ji Weitian easily got nervous in front of the cara. Hearing the makeup artist’s words and seeing the follow-up caraman walking in behind her, her body instantly stiffened.
She forcibly squeezed out an "Okay," allowing the makeup artist to apply makeup to her face.
She had a good foundation and didn’t need much makeup; her features were naturally pronounced with an uncommon sense of purity, making her beauty appear effortless.
Sitting there, she didn’t look like a newcor on a program but more like a dazzling big star, captivating one’s gaze.
When the makeup artist finally stopped, she couldn’t help but admire, "Miss Ji, you are really beautiful. People wouldn’t believe you’re already the mother of a four-year-old."
"Thank you." Ji Weitian unconsciously licked her lips.
After the makeup artist left, the room beca quiet again.
Ti ticked by second by second, and family number ten never showed up.
Ji Weitian asked the production team several tis and got the response that they were on their way, delayed a bit by traffic.
They hoped she and her daughter could wait a little longer.
Ji Weitian thought about leaving several tis, but Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling strongly opposed it.
Unable to leave, she nonchalantly sat back down and pouted, "Traffic jam? The guilty look by the production team earlier made it clear the other party didn’t want to co. I wonder which dad has such a tacit agreent with ."
Seeing that they weren’t coming, Ji Weitian was no longer nervous.
She pondered when the production team would co to inform her that the et was canceled.
Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, the door genuinely sounded.
Ji Weitian delightedly walked forward with her daughter, already planning to use any excuse from the production team to break the agreent.
She took a deep breath and then opened the door.
The next second, seeing Qin Nanyu standing outside, holding his son with one hand, Ji Weitian choked on the breath she had just inhaled!
"Cough cough cough—"
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