"Director Jiang is being too polite; nearly everyone here is industry insiders, and he will feel uncomfortable," An Chuyu lied through her teeth.
"I see, then okay," Jiang GuangLing relaxed and let her go, "There's not much going on here anyway, if you want to leave early, I won't stop you."
"Thank you, Director Jiang."
Clutching her handbag, An Chuyu greeted a few actor friends she was familiar with, wishing them a good time before preparing to make her escape.
Before she could even leave the room, phones began to ring one after another, as if by agreement, and An Chuyu froze, sensing that something big was about to unfold.
Zhu Cuixi was waiting for her by the door and also noticed this strange phenomenon. Her eyes swept around, and she saw several people looking at their phones with strange expressions, all of them turning to look in An Chuyu's direction. Zhu Cuixi had a bad feeling: "What, what's happening?"