Zhu Qianyu returned to the dormitory at noon. It was Sunday, and she didn't need to report to the film crew. She tossed her backpack aside, took a shower, and then curled up in bed.
Originally, she wanted to take a nap because she hadn't slept well the night before; although her body was extremely tired, she just couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning.
When Xing Bailun gave her the card, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother Lun, what kind of person is that Young Master Yan?"
Xing Bailun's expression changed instantly. After a while, he probably realized that his reaction had scared the little girl, so he forced a smile and reached out to rub her short hair.
"Little girl, why are you asking so many questions? After all, he's just a man. What kind of person could he be? Come on, just get back to your internship obediently, you may not trust others, but you should trust your own sister, right?"
