Ask her how long she needs to prepare, and if there's not enough time, communicate with the director.
The enthusiasm was so overwhelming that Ye Ranran couldn't take it.
Wang Lan and Baisha cautiously pushed open the door, both urging each other forward but neither moving immediately.
Ye Ranran moved her eyes from the computer and said to the two, "Come in."
Her expression was calm, her eyes shimmering, without the slightest sign of anger.
Wang Lan found herself unable to understand her at all.
She walked forward with unease.
Baisha didn't dare to lift her head from start to finish.
"I heard you contacted Wei Ren's side, right? Tell me the result," Ye Ranran lowered her head again and looked at the script.
She's long mastered the art of multitasking.
Neither of them spoke, and Ye Ranran's brow finally furrowed: "Is my presence too low, or do I speak too quietly, so you can't see or hear?"
Her tone was cold as a knife, like the December wind, scraping across their bodies.
