She walked over softly, it was at the corner of the staircase, someone was talking.
To create a terrifying atmosphere, the hallway had specially installed those dim yellow lights, which flickered on and off.
Even though Tong Yan had reincarnated, she was inherently an atheist, not believing in ghosts in this world, so she was completely unafraid.
She pressed her ear against the wall, and a sound came from the other side.
The voice was very familiar.
One was someone she had known for years, the most shameless, thick-skinned person, Tang Tian.
And another voice, also very familiar, belonged to a young actor who couldn't say ten lines properly and was often required to redo his scenes.
The two of them were whispering.
Tong Yan instinctively took out her phone to record.
She wouldn't admit that she had become sneaky, it must be due to the influence of the film emperor.
Who would blame the film emperor when he recorded everything at the drop of a hat!
