Back at the hotel in the evening, Mu Yan immediately took out the script to study.
With Xiang Lanqiu's excellence ahead of her, she didn't dare to be careless, otherwise, she might drag down the entire production.
Feeling pressured, Mu Yan was a bit restless, and her gaze on the script became numb.
She didn't know how long had passed when Jiang Jingheng's video call came through.
Mu Yan put down the script and answered.
In the video, Jiang Jingheng was lying on the bed in a bathrobe, his hair damp, with water droplets dripping down.
Mu Yan frowned slightly, "Why didn't you dry your hair?"
"Wanted to see you," Jiang Jingheng said casually.
Seeing his indifferent demeanor, if she didn't know how deeply he loved her, she'd suspect he was just brushing her off.
"You can't leave your hair wet just because you miss me. If you don't dry your hair, I won't video call with you." Mu Yan threatened directly.
"As you command." Jiang Jingheng said as he threw down the phone.
