Annie Lawrence's face was cold, and she shook her head: "I'm fine."
"That's good." Rose Liall breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, "You scared me to death."
"Annie, what's going on? Weren't you going to do the film shooting? How did you end up at the police station again?"
Annie's face darkened: "Mom, don't ask anymore, I don't want to talk about it."
Seeing Annie's face, Rose knew her mood was terrible and didn't dare to ask further. She nodded and said, "Alright alright, I won't ask. Let's go home quickly, and you can rest."
Rose Liall still had high hopes for Annie.
She believed that her daughter had good conditions and could certainly make it big.
Annie pressed her lips together without saying anything, her face looked stern.
Rose hailed a taxi, and as they were just getting in, Annie's phone rang.
Seeing the Caller ID, Annie's face darkened even more. She waited a moment before picking up.
