Ouyang Hao finished shooting a scene on set and was taking a break. Feeling bored, he took out his phone and found "Blockhead" in his contacts, then dialed the number.
After two rings, the call was answered, and a familiar and cool voice came through, "Hello? Mr. Ouyang?"
"What are you doing?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Ouyang Hao realized it might be inappropriate, so he cleared his throat and added in a stern tone, "You better not be slacking off."
"Mr. Ouyang, I'm not."
"Good, just making sure. I'm paying you not to be lazy. By the way, I want braised pork for lunch."
"Mr. Ouyang, are you coming back for lunch today?"
"Who's coming back for lunch? I'm still on set. I mean, you prepare the meal and deliver it to me, idiot!"
On the set? Lin Yixun frowned; she didn't know where the set was.
"I'll send you the address of the set in a bit. Hurry up, and if you let me go hungry, you'll be sorry!"
