648 Text Messages on the Phone (3)

When Qiao Anhao walked closer, Lu Jinnian saw that between her brows, the hint of annoyance. His own brows instinctively started to crease up. "What happened?"

On a normal day, it would take at least half an hour from Mian Xiu Garden to the set, even without traffic.

On the phone, he told her to wait for twenty minutes, which she thought was him speaking casually. She never thought that he'd come in fourteen minutes flat!

Perhaps because he had ran out of the house in a hurry, the inside of his shirt’s collar was a little creased up.

All of a sudden, Qiao Anhao felt like she was being a little unreasonable. Wasn't someone just looking down on her? Was it worth her making it such a big deal, to even calling him over?