Stepping forward and greeting, "You're back."
Yuntian responded indifferently, still looking at the laptop on the table.
The servant stepped forward to take the jacket from Tianxing's hand.
Tianxing pursed her lips and glanced at him. Seeing he remained silent, she turned directly and went upstairs.
The servant saw this and hurried to turn around, ready to hang up the jacket when a note slipped out of the pocket.
It swayed in the air a few times and landed right at Yuntian's feet.
Yuntian lowered his head, squinting to look over.
The servant thought she was disturbing him and was startled, hurriedly bent to pick it up.
But Yuntian directly reached out and picked up the note from the floor.
He looked at it closely, the note was densely filled with crew film information, with several lines crossed out by a pen.
Yuntian tightly pressed his thin lips, his face tense and silent.
The servant cautiously spoke beside him, "Mr. Yuntian."
