Chapter 12 Still Unaware of One’s Own Identity (2)
Wenwen opened her mouth in disbelief, "Sister Xin, are you really leaving now? You can't! The director is already very dissatisfied with you today. If you leave, the director definitely won't let you continue filming."
This play was something Dong Xin Yan fought hard to get, and it holds special meaning for her. If it were really lost like this, she would be heartbroken.
Dong Xin Yan knew all too well the consequences of leaving now, but compared to Ziyang, everything else could only be temporarily set aside.
"You help me tell the director for now, and I'll properly explain it to him later. I'm leaving first."
After hastily giving instructions, Dong Xin Yan couldn't say anything else and quickly left, leaving Wenwen behind in distress.
The filming location was outside the city, and returning took at least two hours. Dong Xin Yan tried to speed up as much as possible. Fortunately, it was already nighttime, and there weren't many cars on the road. Dong Xin Yan had a smooth drive, taking only an hour and a half to reach the Dynasty entrance.
Parking the car, Dong Xin Yan ran into the Dynasty in her high heels, all the way to the top floor's presidential suite door. She raised her hand and knocked forcefully.
"Gu Ningyi, open the door! Open the door for me!"
After knocking until her hand ached, the solid, luxurious door finally opened slowly.
Gu Ningyi, dressed in a white bathrobe, stood there with a straight posture. He lazily glanced at her, the corner of his mouth curling with a mischievous smile, his voice lazy yet teasing, "Oh, not bad, quite fast."
Dong Xin Yan, exhausted from running all the way, was now infuriated by his teasing and just wanted to punch him. But the main point wasn't this; it was...
Dong Xin Yan stepped in, standing directly in front of Gu Ningyi, her large, beautiful eyes widened. She looked up at him and demanded, "Gu Ningyi, what does the text message you sent me mean?"