"That's true, after all, you made the most mistakes." Shen Li seized every opportunity to mock him.
In order to curry favor with Xia Wan, Gu Qian and Xia Wan joined forces and started working together on the same storyline as An Xinrong and Fang Chen.
Gu Qian put down the panel in his hand, a look of embarrassment flashing across his face.
Shen Li drew a heart on the panel with a pen: "Judging from this signal, they don't seem to care about Zhuang Yan's reputation."
Xia Wan listened for a while, then sneered, "Perhaps they don't know yet, but once they do, things might be different."
“Then let’s keep watching. There’s always a twist to make it interesting, but…” Shen Li paused, then stared at her leisurely and asked, “Judging from your tone, Zhuang Yan is really as terrible as the internet says. Those three years you were with him must have been incredibly unlucky. How could you stand it?”
The resentment churned in her throat, but she ultimately swallowed it back. Xia Wan slammed the panel down on the table and stood up, saying, "It's none of your business."
This time, no one stepped forward to ease the tension. Xia Wan was in a bad mood and was in a state of rage. A sense of hostility was surging within her. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would lose her temper and start throwing things and arguing with Shen Li.
Xia Wan pushed the chair away forcefully, stepped out of the observation room in her high heels, and didn't even want to look at the text message. She was afraid that she would be even more unable to accept it after reading it.
It's understandable that Jiang Ning would send Zhuang Yan a love text message out of old feelings, but why is Lu Yan getting involved? She's three years older than Zhuang Yan, and Zhuang Yan even called her "aunt." As an elder, is she really that desperate?
An Xinrong had been mocking and belittling Zhuang Yan for the past few days, and her attitude towards him was very cold. As a result, Zhuang Yan actually sent her a text message.
Zhuang Yan felt uncomfortable whenever she sent text messages to anyone, as if the toy in her hand had suddenly come to life and escaped her control.
Shen Li called out to her retreating figure, "Xia Wan, aren't you going to read the text message?"
The only response she received was the sound of a door closing. Before Shen Li could react, Gu Qian, who was diagonally opposite her, also stood up: "I'll go check on her."
She had a pretty good impression of Gu Qian before, but after spending the last two days together, influenced by Xia Wan, she became increasingly annoyed with him.
"The production team really dares to invite just anyone. The filming wasn't even over yet, and the person had already left. They don't take their job seriously at all."
"With Xia Wan's temper, she can date a scumbag for three years? Don't be ridiculous, do you guys believe it? I certainly don't." Shen Li has always disliked Xia Wan, thinking she's pretentious and has a strong "green tea" vibe.
Li Le advised, "You should say less."
Shen Li pursed her lips and shrugged.
Xia Wan would occasionally throw a cold tantrum, which the others were used to. In the past, they would try to ease the tension, but tonight, everyone was too tired to coax her.
The production team isn't worried, so why are they? Maybe this is the result the director wanted.
"Let's take a look at their text messages first."
...
Lu Yan and Jiang Ning lived in the same dormitory. There would be a notification sound when a text message was received. Jiang Ning's phone rang twice, and she couldn't wait to take it out to look.
"The porridge was delicious this morning."
Because it was anonymous, Jiang Ning didn't know who sent it to her. She silently prayed that it was Zhuang Yan who sent it to her.
Thinking about it, she secretly glanced at Lu Yan, who was practicing yoga on the bed. She seemed to care about her phone at all.
Jiang Ning waited for ten minutes but Lu Yan's phone didn't ring, confirming that no one had texted her this time.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. The production crew came in to collect the phones.
Jiang Ning said directly to Lu Yan, "I just received a text message that made me feel excited. I think it was sent by Zhuang Yan."
Lu Yan laughed out loud, and replied while doing a difficult yoga pose, "Really? But I asked him yesterday, and he said he wouldn't send it to you."
Jiang Ning's lips, which had been upturned, instantly tightened.
Lu Yan had anticipated that she wouldn't receive the text message, so after sending it, she put down her phone without glancing at it again.
Although I had expected this outcome, disappointment was inevitable. It seems that the pursuit of my husband is still a long way off.
After finishing her yoga, Lu Yan wiped the sweat off her body and changed into her pajamas. Unlike the thin-strapped tank top she wore during the day, her pajamas were quite conservative; she was wearing long pants and long sleeves even on such a hot day.
To win over the person she likes, she will stop at nothing. Her figure, skin, and beauty are all advantages that can be seen directly. For Zhuang Yan, she can show them off openly. Not only can she show them off, but she also wants him to touch her directly.
Deep within her heart, it seemed as if a bloodthirsty beast lurked, wanting to control Zhuang Yan by her side, wanting to strip naked and hug him tightly, to press their skin together, to enjoy the warmth of their skin and to exchange their scents.
It will scare Zhuang Yan.
Lu Yan closed her eyes and thought of Zhuang Yan, her body growing hot. She reached out and touched her neck, imagining one day being able to bite into that man's Adam's apple.
An Xinrong was stunned when she received two text messages. She had a feeling that Fang Chen would send her a text message, so who was the other one from?
It couldn't possibly be Zhuang Yan anyway; she'd never given him a friendly look, and besides, he was Xia Wan's best friend.
That must be Ling Xuan. But they haven't had much contact these past two days and don't know each other well. What kind of message will he send her?
An Xinrong opened the text messages one by one.
1: You seem to be in a bad mood today. I hope you can cheer up.
This text message was clearly sent by Fang Chen; you could feel his concern from the words.
2: The fire burned well today, keep up the good work.
That tone... immediately brought Zhuang Yan's image to An Xinrong's mind.
That perfunctory tone of praise—who else could it be but him?
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