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.
