An Ning's heart was a mess as she returned to the makeup room.
Sitting in the chair, she remained silent.
Her mind was filled with Zhou Shiran's threats and the potential consequences if the matter were exposed.
"No..." she shouted, covering her cheeks and weeping softly.
'Buzz, buzz, buzz...' A phone ringtone sounded.
It was a call from Yu Jingchen.
An Ning glanced at it and collected her disheveled emotions. "Hello."
"Ha..." Yu Jingchen chuckled. "I heard... your performance wasn't very good today? You made the director quite angry?"
"Sorry," An Ning said, her eyes downcast.
"It doesn't matter if you didn't act well; going out to clear your mind might help you understand how to do it."
But An Ning still felt very guilty. "The film is supposed to be released during the National Day holiday, and I'm sorry for slowing everyone down."
"Then get yourself excited."
"Okay."
"It's almost noon now, come out, let's go for lunch," Yu Jingchen suggested.
Almost noon?