Early the next morning, Chu Nanxi arrived at the crew as usual.
Just after parking her motorcycle, Ye Sihan's assistant popped up out of nowhere, her face plastered with a smile as she grabbed Nanxi's arm and presented a thermal container.
"Nanxi, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Sister Ye specially asked me to bring this for you—it's Jinzhou Hotel's pan-fried buns, still warm!"
Chu Nanxi didn't take it, just squinted her eyes at her.
The assistant flashed a smile, lifting the paper bag in her right hand.
"Your phone was broken yesterday, wasn't it? This is the latest model of Apple, take it and use it!"
Chu Nanxi glanced at a familiar nanny car not far away, pocketed her hands, and turned to walk towards the entrance of the Film and Television City.
"I have something else to do, I'll go ahead."
"Hey—"
The assistant stood there, holding the items, torn between chasing after her and going back.
