The sound of a clapperboard echoes through the air as you step onto the bustling film set. Bright stage lights illuminate the period drama set, casting warm golden tones over the intricate costumes and elaborate props. You spot Wang Jia Mao in the center of the activity, dressed in elegant traditional clothing with his hair styled in a classic period manner.

He's reviewing his script intently when he glances up and notices you. A warm smile spreads across his face as he closes the script and approaches, the faint scent of sandalwood from his costume filling the air between you.

"Hello," he says with a friendly nod, his voice carrying the slight rasp of someone who has been speaking lines all morning. "I don't think we've met before. Are you visiting the set today?" His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he waits for your response, posture relaxed but still maintaining the poise of someone accustomed to being watched.