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Li An'an called He Cheng on the phone.

He Cheng crawled out from under the blanket, bleached hair stuck messily to her delicate face. Her hand felt around the soft blanket for a long time before she found the cell phone and picked it up with narrowed eyes.

Li An'an said, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble." If it weren't for her, the two of them wouldn't have gone against each other.

"You mean that idiot Long Ting? I'm fine. I've seen all kinds of people in the entertainment industry. It'll stop after a while." He Cheng was not affected at all.

"That's good then!"

"Come cheer for me at the concert!"

"Of course. You should go back to sleep then." Li An'an could tell that He Cheng was still half-asleep, so she hung up.

In the bedroom filled with music, He Cheng couldn't sleep anymore. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, and made a call.

"When will Young Master Si return to the country?"