Chapter 11 Still Unaware of One’s Own Identity (1)
Dong Xin Yan stared at her phone for a long time before she realized it. She instinctively held the phone, stood up, and walked to a deserted corner of the corridor, took a light breath, and then pressed the answer button.
"Hello—"
"Tonight at ten, Dynasty." The man's unique, clear, and cold voice came through, clean and assertive, leaving no room for doubt.
Dong Xin Yan didn't have time to speak before she heard the busy tone in her ear.
She was stunned for a moment, then glared angrily. Damn Gu Ningyi, he's always been like this, from the past till now, acting high and mighty, only he speaks, no one else.
Tonight at ten?
What a joke, she can't leave even at twelve.
Today, she must finish all her scenes. Never mind her not feeling well today, even if she was in top shape, she'd have to shoot all night. How could she leave?
She's not bothered to deal with him.