Song Qian paused upon hearing the suggestion, a look of hesitation crossing his face, "Answer it for you? Is that really okay?"
"No worries, the only person who would call me at this time, as if chasing a deadline, is Sister Yao. If she asks why you are answering my phone, just say..."
Wen Qiao pondered for a moment, recalling her own manager had also been controlling her diet recently. If Sister Yao learned that not only did she eat barbecue today but also drank beer, the day Jiang Yao returned would probably be her doom. She made up an excuse: "You just say that Director Zhang changed the schedule at the last minute and asked me to shoot a night scene tonight."
"Lying, huh?" Song Qian pulled out Wen Qiao's phone and said, "Is that really okay?"
