Sang Ning restrained her expression: "It's nothing, I didn't sleep well last night, my red-eye condition flared up."
"Oh, I see." Song Shiye let out a sigh of relief, but then grew worried again, "That's not good, red-eye needs treatment. Sister Sangsang, how about telling Director Zhou that we shouldn't film the show today and going to the hospital instead?"
Sang Ning immediately smiled: "I was messing with you. You little kid, why do you believe everything people say?"
Really? Song Shiye felt skeptical inside, but he didn't say more.
After breaking eye contact with Song Shiye, Sang Ning rubbed her aching head.
At the moment Song Shiye looked down, her brain felt like it was struck by an earthquake. Something seemed to be on the verge of breaking through, and she inexplicably felt a surge of familiarity toward Song Shiye.
