When Gu Ningyi returned home, Dong Xinyan was curled up on the sofa, holding her phone, her dark eyes fixed intently on it, her eyebrows knit tightly, as if mulling over something.
She looked at her phone, her red lips moving slightly as she mumbled to herself.
The villa was very quiet, so even though her voice was soft, every single word she said could be heard clearly by him. Gu Ningyi stood at the entrance, watching her, quietly listening.
"How should I talk to the director? How can I say it so the director won’t be angry? It seems... no matter what, he will be angry, right? Last time, because of me, the filming progress was already delayed once. I even promised the director that this wouldn’t happen again, but it’s only been a few days and it’s happening again... What should I do, what should I do?"
Dong Xinyan’s little face immediately fell, and she anxiously bit her nails, her entire face scrunching up.
So, this is what she was worried about? He had initially thought it was... about Cheng Ziyang.
For some reason, the irritation in his heart slowly dissipated with her mumbling.
Gu Ningyi’s lips unconsciously curved up a bit. He changed his shoes and walked in.
The cotton slippers made no sound as he walked step by step towards the sofa. As he got closer, Gu Ningyi’s dark gaze slowly landed on Dong Xinyan’s face. She didn’t quite look well; her cheeks were slightly pale, and when she spoke earlier, there were a few light coughs.
Gu Ningyi couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
After thinking it over, Dong Xinyan couldn’t come up with a good idea, and her little face was full of dejection. "Forget it, it’s no use worrying so much. I still have to face reality. If the director scolds me, then I’ll take it. It’s not like it’s the first time. As long as he doesn’t get so angry that he kicks me out of the crew again, it’ll be fine."
As Dong Xinyan spoke, she picked up her phone and started dialing, but just as she was about to hit the call button, her hands were suddenly empty.
Dong Xinyan was startled and looked up.
Gu Ningyi’s tall and slender figure was standing in front of her without her realizing when he had arrived, and he was holding her phone in his hand.
Dong Xinyan was stunned for about ten seconds before she reacted. Reflexively, she stood up from the sofa, speaking somewhat incoherently, "Mr. Gu, W-when did you come back?"
These days, Gu Ningyi hadn’t appeared, and Dong Xinyan thought he might disappear for a while again. She didn’t expect him to return so quickly.
Thinking this, Dong Xinyan’s heart couldn’t help but clench.
With Gu Ningyi’s return, who knew how he would torment her again.
Gu Ningyi didn’t answer Dong Xinyan’s question; he simply sat down on the sofa, slightly lifted his eyelids to glance at her, then lowered them again. He opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to ask if she was feeling better, but the words got stuck and wouldn’t come out.
Dong Xinyan waited for a moment, seeing that Gu Ningyi had no intention of paying her any mind. She didn’t want to stand here facing Gu Ningyi, and she wanted to go back to her room. But if she just left like that, and Gu Ningyi suddenly got angry, she’d have a headache again. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel[f]ire.net
Maybe she should say something first?
Thinking about it, Dong Xinyan spoke softly, "Mr. Gu, have you eaten?"
It was already past nine, and Dong Xinyan calculated that at this time, Gu Ningyi must have eaten, so she was just asking casually.