Xing Ling indulged them, after all, she wasn't too sleepy, and she kept chatting and laughing with them on the phone.
Until she heard that deep voice, impossible to ignore, "Are you done talking?"
Almost subconsciously, Xing Ling hung up the phone.
Staring at her phone, lost in thought, her heart beat erratically.
It was Ye Sihan.
He was right there.
Right, the phone was his, so how far could the owner of the phone be?
The phone lay quietly beside her, but Xing Ling didn't want to touch it at all.
It was as if it were something terrible, to be kept at a distance.
Ye Sihan knew she had left, what would his reaction be? Or what would he think?
Would he feel like he had shed a nuisance?
In her troubled state, Xing Ling fell asleep.
She just rested at home for two days and then went back to the set to continue filming the unfinished parts.
It would likely take more than half a month to finish.
Xing Ling thought, should she go to the capital after half a month?
