...Beep beeeeeep...
The sound of a mobile phone call being ended came from the other end.
'Huh.'
Ji Lingxiao didn't mind, as his objective had been achieved. He could go home and sleep soundly – unlike some people who might be vomiting blood now.
Also, he must have the 'hotel', which was remodelled into the nightmarish 'coffin room' by Director Sun, refurbished before the production of "Female General" begins again.
This was a pressing matter.
No, he would call and make arrangements now. When he visits the set next time, he wouldn't have to stay in that 'coffin room' or endure nightmares.
Most importantly, he must reserve a luxurious single room for himself. He won't have to deal with certain people's bad moods. As for those people, the 'coffin room' must be preserved for them.
Haotian Group.
Outside the conference room, a man stood by a massive floor-to-ceiling window, gripping his phone tightly, his face full of unseeable emotions.
Wen Ya?
Mrs. Sheng?
Sheng Weiren?
