On set, Ye Huanyan was in the makeup room. Xiao Liu was enthusiastically helping her with her makeup. "Sister Yan, when you become a big star in the future, don't forget to take me with you, okay? I could be your personal makeup artist!"
"Haha, sure, I won't forget everyone."
Ye Huanyan was an easygoing person, straightforward and genuine, and had a great relationship with her colleagues.
She was well-liked, though she wasn't very famous, but her dedication was unmatched.
While they were chatting, a man walked in carrying a bouquet of fiery red roses.
"Excuse me, is Miss Ye Huanyan here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze landed on Ye Huanyan.
Having delivered flowers before, he already knew her. He immediately handed the bouquet over. "Miss Ye, today's arrangement is still 999 roses. Please sign for them!"
"Wow! So romantic!"
The colleagues gathered around one by one, marveling at the bouquet with unmistakable glances of envy, jealousy, and admiration.
