Chapter 707: Chapter 707: Unexpected Harmony
Hannah held a stick of green foxtail in her hand, swinging it now and then over Vincent’s head as if teasing a cat. "If you don’t bother him, he naturally won’t bite you."
The assistant director shook his head, "No, we must change the person."
Hannah retracted the expressions on her face, her red lips curled into a light smile, showing a hint of charm. However, her voice was faint. "Do you think I’m negotiating with you?"
She cast a casual glance, her eyes filled with flirtatious allure but tinged with a hint of coldness, each move carrying an imposing aura.
The assistant director bit his lip, unable to argue.
He didn’t dare either.
Hannah lowered her head, the green foxtail in her hand lightly brushed against Vincent’s nose. He sneezed and looked at her reproachfully.
She chuckled lightly.
The ice and snow melt, and the warm breeze blew again.
Hannah said carelessly, "If you can’t make a decision, you can ask George Quach."
In fact, there was no need to ask. Quach had always indulged Hannah, and he frequently visited her yard.
The production team had long heard rumors of ambiguity between the two, but no one dared to discuss it openly.
The assistant director, reluctant, made a call.
He soon received a reply from Quach.
"What she says goes; you guys just need to cooperate."
The meaning in his words was clear, he was pampering her.
This time, no one dared to object anymore.
Seeing Quach’s attitude, even if Hannah wanted to make the fool a regular guest on the show, he would probably agree.
Hannah immediately washed her hands clean and sat down to watch Vincent maneuver the clay in his hand.
With dust on her hands, Hannah had Vincent go wash his, and when he came back, a pair of white hands with clear bones were revealed.
His fingers were long, and except for some small wounds on his palms and the back of his hands, these hands could be seen as delicate from every angle.
If he hadn’t been born a fool and a beggar, they might have mistaken him for a refined Eldest Young Master from some prominent family.
But that dirty body made everyone shake their heads.
How could a fool be an Eldest Young Master?
From beginning to end, even when she saw Vincent reveal his hands, Hannah never showed any surprise, but she directed Vincent to finish the task that originally belonged to her with interest.
"It lacks a bit here, it’s not smooth enough."
Hannah pointed out a flaw, and Vincent quickly bent down to fix it, serious like a diligent student, completely unlike his previous wild and foolish self.
The atmosphere between the two was surprisingly harmonious.
Everyone was busy with their filming tasks, but no one noticed that the position where the assistant director once stood was now vacant.
Only Hannah looked up and saw it, not knowing what she was thinking, but she was quickly pulled back by Vincent’s voice.
"Hannah, look."
He held his first finished product in his hand and presented it to Hannah like a treasure, his dark eyes wide open, waiting for Hannah’s praise.
Soon, the camera was aimed at Vincent’s work.
If they hadn’t seen the awkwardness of his initial attempts, no one would have believed that this was his first work.
Although it wasn’t perfect, a glance revealed nothing out of place, at least not like the work of a beginner.
This task may seem simple, but it actually requires a certain amount of patience and ability.
