It was very quiet around Song Tian Mo.
However, she faintly heard someone calling for a doctor, it was the crisp voice of a young woman.
Song Tian Mo, was he... in the hospital?
Thinking back to his gloomy face from yesterday, Ling Fei speculated that it must not be that Song Tian Mo is sick as he always has outstanding health. She hadn't seen him with a simple cold since she knew him.
Ling Fei had dinner alone.
Then she took a walk around the building.
After Aunt Li had cleaned the apartment, she left.
Song Tian Mo had still not returned.
Ling Fei stopped trying to call him.
She took out a book and read for about half an hour, then started working on her script as she remembered that shooting would start soon.
While reading the script, she practiced various facial expressions and speeches in front of the mirror.
Time flew fast.
It was already half past ten at night.
Ling Fei had always been very consistent with her nightly schedule, usually going to bed before eleven.