If anyone thought the conversation would stop here, they were dead wrong. An Ning was neither villain nor tyrant, but she had never been the sort who tolerated thoughtlessness in silence. Courtesy, after all, worked both ways.
She turned toward Sun Qiaolian with a smile that was just a shade too bright.
Sun Qiaolian's sixth sense prickled. It was the instinctive awareness that something was about to happen, and she was not going to like it.
"Qiaolian," An Ning began pleasantly. "I seem to recall that you and Jiang Shuyue are from the same company, aren't you?"
The air tightened.
A few cast members blinked.
Someone in the crew mouthed "yes, oh yes," eyes bright with anticipation.
An Ning's smile softened further, almost warm enough to be sincere.
"In that case," she said gently, "shouldn't you be the one sharing a room with Jiang Shuyue? You two know each other well. It would be more comfortable for her to stay with someone familiar."
Sun Qiaolian's lashes trembled.
