Mu Anran could tell that Xue Murong's slap was intentional.
She frowned and, seeing Lin Guanguan's slightly red right cheek, walked over. "Otherwise, shall we use a stand-in?"
When Lin Guanguan saw Mu Anran, a faint smile appeared on her face. "It's okay, let's continue."
"Slap!"
The second slap, Xue Murong still didn't hold back her strength, and Lin Guanguan's face turned from the impact. "Wu Meiniang, this slap is on behalf of His Majesty, you..."
"Cut!" Song Yan sighed helplessly. "Goddess Xue, what's wrong now?"
Xue Murong spoke indifferently, "Sorry, I got too emotional and forgot my lines."
Song Yan looked at Lin Guanguan with unease. "Guanguan, can you keep going?"
Lin Guanguan put down the ice bag handed to her by her assistant and nodded lightly, "Let's continue. We should finish today; I have another appointment tomorrow."
Even the staff on the side were starting to feel uncomfortable watching this.
