The weather in Hengdian can change at any time.
Just a moment ago, the sun was so strong that my head hurt. Now, dark clouds came over me, making me feel as stuffy as a steamer. Ye Zhiqiu squatted next to the prop box, holding half a steamed bun in his hand and chewing it slowly. The back of the gray T-shirt he was wearing was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, and the collar was rolled up like pickles.
"Lao Ye! Where is Lao Ye!"
