Standing at the corner at the end of the corridor, Fang Hui's fingers tightened around his phone after hearing An Ning's words. After struggling internally for a long time, he finally spoke, "Ms. An, we met yesterday. I am Fang Hui, Assistant Director Fang."

Dead silence. There was complete silence on the other end of the phone. Fang Hui's words had been hanging in the air for a long time without any response. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and repeat what he had just said, An Ning seemed to have finally heard him and spoke with a slight apology, "Excuse me, I just went to pay. What did you say? Could you repeat it?"

The waiter who walked up to her saw her blatantly lying and his eyes widened slightly.

Miss, you haven't even moved your butt, why are you paying for this?

But he didn't dare to say it directly. Instead, he kept glancing at An Ning. At first, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but when he looked at An Ning's face for the third time, he suddenly stopped clearing the plate.

Why does this face look so familiar?

Cheng Ran rarely watches TV, but he often watches short videos and long videos explaining movies and TV series. At first, his life was relatively peaceful. His salary was not high, his job was average, and he barely made ends meet. Until one day, his life completely changed after he saw a certain actor on a video commentary blogger he often watched.

His video commentary on movies and TV dramas is no longer available.

Why can't we watch it? Because a person with terrible acting skills has invaded many TV dramas and movies, causing his eyes to suffer countless damages... and he still hasn't recovered to this day.

But... looking at the girl still sitting in her seat, stirring the egg and vermicelli soup with a disposable plastic spoon, Cheng Ran felt that her eyes, which had finally recovered a little, were being attacked a second time.

This person looks so familiar. He didn't recognize him at first because he didn't look closely. But when he looked closely, he was almost scared to death. Isn't this the actor who ruined nearly a hundred of his films and TV series?

I think her name was something like... Anning?

Cheng Ran stopped clearing the plates, took out his phone, and logged onto a short video platform to search for information about An Ning. However, just before he was about to open the app, he suddenly stopped and opened his camera instead.

It was my first time meeting a celebrity, so I took a video.

Thinking this, he turned on his camera and moved it towards An Ning.

Recording started for three seconds, and nothing happened.

Six seconds into the recording, everything remained calm.

Thinking that the recording from such a distance wouldn't be clear enough, Cheng Ran slowly moved his hand across the screen, gradually increasing the zoom. Just when his lens was enough to clearly capture An Ning's profile, something unexpected happened.

An Ning, who had been casually stirring the soup, suddenly turned her head as if she had noticed something. Her gaze toward Cheng Ran was icy and chilling, gleaming with an unnatural coldness, as if she were not a living person, but a heartless killer.

Cheng Ran's phone suddenly fell to the ground, forcing the filming to stop. Cheng Ran was as if she had been cursed, her feet were nailed to the spot, and she could not move an inch.

He looks like he's about to die.

This was the only thought that popped into Cheng Ran's mind after An Ning looked at him like that.

For a split second just now, the person staring at him seemed not to be a normal person at all.

If she were just a normal person, how could her gaze be so terrifying?

An Ning's gaze swept over Cheng Ran, then she looked down at his phone, which he had dropped in fright. She didn't know if the filming had stopped, but he probably didn't dare to continue filming, so she said, "You dropped your phone."

His voice was soft and slow, without revealing any extra emotion.

Cheng Ran's gaze remained fixed on An Ning's face, as if he had been frozen in time. Seeing that he hadn't reacted for a long time, An Ning tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows slightly.

It was at this moment that Cheng Ran was able to pull himself out of the extreme panic. He originally wanted to keep breathing heavily, but under An Ning's gaze, he forcibly suppressed his urge to gasp for air and instead forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"No, I'm sorry, I disturbed you..."

As he spoke, he mechanically squatted down, picked up the phone from the ground (the screen of which was unclear), and without even checking its current condition, put it back in his pocket. Under An Ning's watchful gaze, he walked away step by step.

Once he reached a corner where Anning couldn't see him, he immediately took off running, not daring to stop for a moment, afraid that if he slowed down even a step, he would be caught up.

Cheng Ran ran all the way to the kitchen, where there were the most people, until she bumped into her colleague and finally stopped.

His colleague, supporting him with one hand and patting his back to help him catch his breath with the other, was completely bewildered. "What are you doing? Running so fast in broad daylight? Are you being chased by a ghost?"

Only now did Cheng Ran dare to breathe heavily. He gasped for air, trying to calm his still tense emotions. After a long while, he finally looked up and met his colleague's eyes, the fear in his pupils clearly terrifying. "I...I feel like I've encountered a murderer..."

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Only after everyone had completely disappeared from his sight did he look away, then glanced down at the screen, which still showed the call interface. The person on the other end hadn't spoken for almost a minute.

"No sound? You must have dialed the wrong number..." she said, raising her hand to hang up.

Just a second before An Ning's fingertip was about to touch the hang-up button, Fang Hui finally spoke, "It's me, Miss An. We met yesterday. I'm Fang Hui, the deputy director."

The voice sounded like it was being squeezed out through his teeth, as strained as could be.

An Ning feigned sudden realization, "Huh? It's Assistant Director Fang? Didn't my audition fail? Why did Assistant Director Fang have to call me to tell me this? I'm so apprehensive."

As the last word fell, An Ning released the plastic spoon she was holding. The spoon slowly slid into the soup and gradually sank to the bottom, like a living person about to drown, only able to wait for their fate to come.

Fang Hui stood in the corridor, one hand gripping the railing in front of him, the force in his hand seeming enough to crush a person. "Miss An, what are you saying? I called today to tell you that I was blind yesterday and failed to see through your acting skills. Looking back today, I realize that your acting was simply superb, as if you were actually there..."

Could it be that she wasn't there in person? After all, she really is mentally ill.

An Ning remained expressionless, calmly scanning the code to pay at the cashier. "Haha, Deputy Director Fang, you flatter me. Even so, you still didn't like me, did you? I still need to practice."