Lin Yixun's lips trembled uncontrollably, "Leng Yixiu, you're drunk, you must be drunk! Look at me, see clearly who I am! I am not Cheng Ying, I am..."
"I know, you are Lin Yixun."
...
Tears silently seeped from the corners of her eyes, slowly soaking the black cloth. Lin Yixun let out a sorrowful laugh. She had imagined this day countless times, even secretly hoped for it, but she never thought it would happen this way.
How ridiculous!
Lin Yixun continuously hypnotized herself, she was just a point, just a point...
...
Ouyang Hao felt unusually restless tonight. Images of Lin Yixun asking him for an advance on her wages a few days ago kept flashing through his mind.
On set, after numerous NGs, he finally couldn't suppress his temper and stormed off, leaving the crew standing there, blowing their beards and glaring.
The red sports car sped all the way from the set to the apartment, reducing the usual two-hour journey to just one hour.
