After finishing breakfast, Zhou Yun still hadn't received the call sheet for today.
Looks like there won't be any shooting today.
Zhou Yun was mentally prepared, so when the official notice came, she didn't say much.
The coordinator who came to notify her personally, however, looked very apologetic.
"Yesterday, Sister Luo Qi told me there's a script reading meeting scheduled for this morning, is it still happening?" Zhou Yun asked.
The coordinator hesitated for a moment, then mumbled, "I... didn't get this notice, I'll go ask right now."
"Forget it, don't bother asking; everyone's probably busy. You go do your thing," Zhou Yun said. "Just give me the call sheet when it's out."
The coordinator smiled gratefully at Zhou Yun and said, "Thank you, Miss Zhou, for understanding."
...
It's freezing cold outside in the dead of winter; no way to go out.
Zhou Yun spent the whole morning idly reading books in her hotel room.
Suddenly, Zhou Lan called her.
