Text Messages on the Phone (12)

When Qiao Anhao finished speaking, she walked right around Lin Shiyi, and pulled open the make up room door.

Her words drained the blood from Lin Shiyi's face. She slowly lifted her chin, turned around, and faced Qiao Anhao, who was eager to leave. She purposefully opened her mouth again to speak in a serious tone, "Oh, that's right. Qiao Anhao, I forgot to tell you just now... The room they booked at the Four Seasons is room 1002, the presidential suite."

The hand Qiao Anhao used to hold the door trembled slightly, but from behind, she looked incredibly calm. She leisurely stomped out with a crisp 'ta-ta-ta' sound of her high heels, as though Lin Shiyi wasn't talking to her at all.

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When they left the set, it was already time to have dinner. On their way back to Mian Xiu Garden, they coincidentally passed a Cantonese restaurant, so Lu Jinnian turned the car towards it.

He ordered the food, choosing only light dishes.