Gripping the phone, Leng Yan slammed it onto the desk with a snap, tightly furrowing his brows, his handsome face somewhat twisted.
Excuses!
The phone, thrown aside, quickly rang again, his eyes lit up with joy. Not angry anymore? Leng Yan eagerly called out, "Nuannuan..."
"Yan, it's me." On the other end, Ji Wei's voice came through, aggrieved and teary, "Yan, it's Ji Wei."
A trace of disappointment flickered across Leng Yan's heart; he frowned and softly asked, "What happened?"
"Did you see the newspaper?" Ji Wei sniffled, timidly saying, "I just arrived at the set, and many colleagues were holding a newspaper, murmuring something. When they saw me, they hurriedly put the newspaper away. I was very surprised, so I picked it up to see when they weren't paying attention..."
Ji Wei's voice became more obviously teary, as if she was already sobbing.
