Yu Han sighed helplessly, Yan Xia must have forgotten to charge her phone again last night.
Thinking of this, Yu Han didn't mind much and got right back into shooting.
The shoot lasted until over eight o' clock in the evening.
"I'm going to remove my makeup, buy me a plane ticket immediately," Yu Han commanded Zhang Xiaoyu right after the shoot.
Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth hung open, "But boss, it's already past eight."
By the time you finish with your makeup and head to the airport, it'll be eleven o'clock already.
Even rushing back at top speed will get you there by midnight.
Are you in such a hurry?
"What's the problem with eight o'clock?" Yu Han glanced at him, "Hurry up and buy it!"
It's said that misunderstandings shouldn't last overnight, but theirs had already lasted two or three days since their argument.
And what made him most uneasy was that Yan Xia hadn't called or even sent a single message in these past few days.
