Mentioning her own birthday, Shi Lan's expression gradually cooled, and her reply was somewhat perfunctory: "Probably in some winter, I don't quite remember."
"How can someone not remember their own birthday..." Sun Ling joked from behind, then, as if suddenly realizing something, she immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, boss."
Some days are not forgotten, they are just not worth remembering.
Shi Lan didn't say anything and had a quick meal with Sun Ling at the hotel before rushing to the set.
Since it was the afternoon, the sun was scorching, and everyone was lazily resting in their chairs, only the prop team was busily sweating.
Chen Beini had disappeared somewhere, and Shi Lan didn't see her on set. After sitting down in a chair, she suddenly said to Sun Ling, "The letter, open it and take a look."
Sun Ling was overjoyed, pulling the envelope out of her pocket and offering it to Shi Lan, but Shi Lan didn't take it, simply saying, "You read it, just convey the gist to me."
