"Xiao Jianfeng," Nan Xian stared blankly for a moment as she looked at the three words displayed on her phone screen.
She and Xiao Jianfeng had a chance encounter at a restaurant before, and they exchanged phone numbers and WeChat contacts, but they rarely kept in touch afterward.
Why did he suddenly call me at this time?
A question flashed through her mind, and Nan Xian stood up. "Excuse me, I need to go outside to take this call."
Ruizhu nodded in understanding. Diaoyu had subconsciously wanted to follow him out, but the sharp beak hidden in his sleeve quickly pecked at his wrist to stop him.
Diao Yu's current role is Nan Xian's assistant, so she can't be too close to her.
Diao Yu pursed her lips, holding back, but still quietly pricked up her ears, trying hard to hear what was happening outside.
After Nan Xian went outside, she answered Xiao Jianfeng's call.
"Hello, Teacher Xiao."
"Nanxian, I've been filming in seclusion for a while now, and I just saw the news trending on social media. Are you alright?"
Knowing he was referring to the fire in Buxian Village, Nan Xian replied, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Teacher Xiao."
"That's good—by the way, are you in the capital now?"
Nan Xian was about to say that she wasn't there, but for some reason, as soon as she opened her mouth, a strange and inexplicable emotion welled up in her heart, which was like irritability and anxiety, making her feel uncomfortable immediately. The first syllable she uttered got stuck in her throat.
Don't tell him the truth.
It was as if a majestic female voice was reminding him from the depths of his mind.
"I'm here, I'm at home right now, what's up?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the uncomfortable feeling in her heart immediately disappeared.
This change was truly bizarre. Nan Xian had never experienced anything like it before. She paced back and forth anxiously, unconsciously covering her dantian area.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Xiao Jianfeng's tone remained gentle and calm. "I was just asking. I'm glad you're alright. I heard it's going to get colder in the capital again. Remember to take care of yourself. I need to go prepare for my next scene. Goodbye."
"Okay, goodbye."
Looking at the four large words "End Call" displayed on the screen, Nan Xian let out a long sigh of relief. Only then did she belatedly realize that she had been unconsciously tensing her shoulders and back while talking to Xiao Jianfeng. She moved her arms uncomfortably.
I've never been this nervous when I talked to Xiao Jianfeng face-to-face before... Is it because I've experienced so many strange things lately that I've subconsciously become wary of everyone I don't know?
The question only flashed through her mind for a moment before she quickly composed herself, regained her composure, and turned to go back inside.
Meanwhile, in the capital, at Nan Xian's home.
Xiao Jianfeng, dressed in a dark gray suit, leaned back lazily in the fabric sofa that Nan Xian had carefully selected. She put down her phone, her gaze slowly sweeping around the room, finally landing on Nan Xian's selfie frame next to the TV cabinet, a half-smile curving her lips.
"Ha, they actually lied to me."
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