Dong Xin Yan stared at her phone for a long time before she realized it. She instinctively held the phone, stood up, and walked to a deserted corner of the corridor, took a light breath, and then pressed the answer button.
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"Tonight at ten, Dynasty." The man's unique, clear, and cold voice came through, clean and assertive, leaving no room for doubt.
Dong Xin Yan didn't have time to speak before she heard the busy tone in her ear.
She was stunned for a moment, then glared angrily. Damn Gu Ningyi, he's always been , from the past till now, acting high and mighty, only he speaks, no one else.
What a joke, she can't leave even at twelve.
Today, she must finish all her scenes. Never mind her not feeling well today, even if she was in top shape, she'd have to shoot all night. How could she leave?
She's not bothered to deal with him.
Dong Xin Yan put away her phone and turned back to the lounge.
Five minutes later, Dong Xin Yan threw herself into filming, slightly adjusted her state, and the next few scenes went smoothly, at least not as many NGs as before.
As night gradually fell, at ten o'clock, the director announced a half-hour break for everyone.
As soon as Dong Xin Yan stepped off the set, Wenwen hurried up to her, draping a coat over her, handing her water. Dong Xin Yan took the cup, drank, and picked up her phone to check for any calls or messages.
She unlocked it and saw a missed call and a message, unsurprisingly from her nemesis, Gu Ningyi. She pursed her lips and opened the text message.
As she read the message content, the mouthful of water she had just drunk went straight the wrong way, causing her to cough repeatedly.
"Sister Xin, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Wenwen was startled, quickly helped pat Dong Xin Yan's back with one hand, and with the other, pulled tissues from the box to help wipe the water from her lips.
Dong Xin Yan didn't have the mind to care about this. She hadn't even caught her breath yet and already dialed Gu Ningyi's number quickly.
In the quiet presidential suite, the sound of a cellphone ring broke the silence.
The man reclined lazily on the sofa, holding a document in his hands. When the ring sounded, his dark eyes lifted slightly, glanced at the phone on the coffee table, and a lazy smile tugged at his lips, but he made no move to answer it, simply lowering his gaze to continue reading his document.
Dong Xin Yan called several times, but Gu Ningyi never answered. Her delicate brows furrowed tightly. He was definitely doing it on purpose by not picking up her call now.
Damn it! Dong Xin Yan irritably hung up the phone.
"Sister Xin, what's going on? Don't scare me." Wenwen was frightened, her eyes widening as she watched Dong Xin Yan's sudden change in demeanor.
Dong Xin Yan replied weakly, thought for a moment, and then nodded, "Something."
And it's a huge deal.
Wenwen was confused by her, "Sister Xin, is it something or nothing?"
Dong Xin Yan didn't have time to explain much to Wenwen and just said, "Wenwen, I have an urgent matter. I must return to the city now. I can't finish the rest of my scenes. Please help me ask the director for leave, saying... just say I'm not feeling well, and I'm going back to the city to see a doctor."
Urgent matter? She couldn't recall Sister Xin having any urgent matters today.
While speaking, Dong Xin Yan was already packing her things. Within moments, she was done and turned to rush outside.