Tong Yue rushed to the company early in the morning and saw the door of the artist's lounge open a crack from afar, feeling a sense of reassurance.
She quickly walked over and pushed the door open, seeing the figure she hadn't seen for several days. At the moment, she was sitting on the sofa beside the window, sipping tea and flipping through the script she had casually left on the side of the coffee table last night as she left.
The aroma of tea lingered in the air, adding a touch of elegance to the relatively modern lounge.
Tong Yue couldn't help but feel a bit reluctant to disturb her, but…these scripts were ones she had already passed up!
"I didn't receive your reply yesterday, so I sent another message to Zhengzheng. Zhengzheng said you had already returned to your room to rest, looks like you woke up early too."
Jiang Lingxi put down the script in her hand, "We've been here not long, and I haven't even finished this cup of tea yet."
