Hou Muyan placed the cellphone to his ear, silent, quietly waiting for the voice from the other end of the phone to ring.
"Hello?" Lu Xiaoyou's leisurely and clear voice traveled through billions of fiber optics, lighting up the man's gloomy and obscure eyes.
Upon hearing her "hello," the raging beast running wild in Hou Muyan's body rolled over like a cat and started wagging its tail at the person on the phone, lying on the ground.
Hou Muyan grabbed the cellphone with both hands and squatted in front of the corridor wall.
"Did Master get hurt?" Just now he looked like a ferocious murderer, but now he had turned into a kindergartener waiting for a parent's return.
"I'm not hurt, and in seven minutes I will arrive at the top floor of the broadcast building, let's go over the next part of the competition process."
Before the attack occurred, Lu Xiaoyou and Hou Muyan had only gone through half of the "Acting Faction" script.
