"Brother Xiao Chuan?
"Brother Xiao Chuan?
"Ling Chuan —"
His big tent. Nobody.
Her little tent. Nobody.
Even the trees around the barren mountain, nobody, nobody.
He hadn't said anything about having something on at the last minute, or that he had to go somewhere.
Lu An carefully looked at the rejected message she had sent him two days ago saying that she would be coming back. So far, there had been no response.
The little girl frowned and felt melancholic.
She picked up little Ergou, who had been running around her legs for a long time. She was about to ask it, when Lu An suddenly remembered…
She pulled the whistle out from around her neck and blew it.
The crisp sound rang out, but other than some staff or actors from the production team, there were no other movements.
"Liar!" Was this what he meant by anytime, anywhere?
The little girl inexplicably got angry.
