Afternoon is still busy shooting, Qin Yafu's hand wrapped in gauze, but was still pointed at by the clear foam, even photographers feel that there is no wrong, but in the clear foam is always disgusted with this bad, disgusted with that bad. Apart from occasionally blocking the sunshine, Yi Feng did not speak a word of help. He knew that what he said turned out to be worse.

Because of the wedding dress selection in the morning, the scene that could have been completed today did not even half of the original plan in the evening. "Feng, I'm tired. Tomorrow is also the weekend. We have nothing to do...