"It's really unfortunate, lost a perfectly good girlfriend."
"Hahaha... then you're really in a tragic situation!"
Murong is naturally sociable, and both Qiao Zhichuan and the director went along with him. It didn't take long before he became friends with them.
A few people sat down to eat together, and the atmosphere was very lively; everyone was chatting, and no one was left out.
Because they had to shoot a scene the next day, they didn't drink alcohol, but they drank tea as a substitute.
As they were drinking, Qiao Zhichuan's hand paused while drinking tea, but then he continued as if nothing had happened, drinking along with everyone.
Meanwhile, Zhan Jingshu, who was supposed to be resting today, didn't rest. After dinner, he returned to his room, sat on the bed with his computer, and began his hacking activities.
His fingers danced quickly over the keyboard, leaving a blur, and on the computer screen, countless symbols were flashing.
