Yesterday, she made a phone call to Ninth Uncle, who inquired about Old Sir Lu's situation over the phone, asking if he was still angry. For a moment, she had to find a time to dodge the question, and Ninth Uncle didn't suspect anything.
Unable to help but sigh, she thought, "I wonder how long Grandpa will keep fighting with me. He used to be puzzled about me, showing affection, but now he doesn't even want to say more words to me. The contrast is too big."
She stared longingly at the fish-fragrant eggplant rice in her hand, which she usually loved to eat. Now, it didn't seem as appetizing. Her eyes gazed vacant as she looked at others around her, suddenly feeling a strong urge to go out and take a breath of fresh air.
At the set, Rong Lan had just finished a day's shooting, feeling so exhausted that he didn't want to move at all. He looked beyond the staff, trying to find a glimpse of a silhouette he hoped might appear.
