Ola instinctively reached out and grabbed her hand, but Xia Tian, with a lightning-quick "snap," slapped her hand away!
The languorous expression on Xia Tian's face changed in an instant as she stared at her and warned, "Don't, touch, me!"
Ola held her reddened arm behind her, her lips quivering as she said somewhat urgently, "Sorry, I—I just... I didn't mean to!"
Xia Tian gave her a cold glance and, ignoring her explanation, walked away, leaving her behind.
Ola stared at her retreating figure, a noticeable trace of annoyance crossing her face.
"Cut!" Director Wilson decisively used the clapperboard to finish the scene.
His expression was grave as he repeatedly reviewed the footage from the camera, frowning.
He Jinxia and Ola both watched the director unblinkingly, feeling a bit tense while waiting for his response.
