Ye Huanyan picked up her phone, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked out, turning off the light and closing the door behind her.
These small actions, these minute details, were perhaps things He Ziting had done countless times.
"Xie Qing, what's up?"
Calling this late definitely meant there was something going on.
"Yezi, sorry to bother you, there's something I want to tell you!"
"Hmm, don't mention it, I haven't even slept yet!"
Ye Huanyan slowly walked out along the corridor, holding the window sill, looking at the pitch-black night outside.
She couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, but she had a vague feeling that a figure was standing in the woods outside the iron gate.
"Here's the thing, our film has passed the review, and we've already come to an agreement with the cinema. It should be screened in about two weeks."
"That soon?"
Ye Huanyan was suddenly a bit surprised and delighted.
