Liu Zhiyan exited the glass door of the studio, paused for a moment, and instinctively turned back to glance inside. His eyes dimmed, and a few seconds later, he resumed his steps, leaving the courtyard of the studio.
Nie Cenjin stayed alone in the studio until noon, when the phone suddenly rang its pleasant tone, monopolizing her thoughts entirely. It was a call from Jiang Baizhou. Seeing the caller ID, an inexplicable feeling of grievance spread in Cen Jin's heart. She slowly picked up the phone and answered, "Hello!"
On the other end, Jiang Baizhou heard her sullen tone and immediately became anxious and worried: "Where are you now?"
"At the studio!"
"Weren't you supposed to have the competition today..."
"Oh, I dropped out of it."
"So that's why the news..."
"Hmm? What news?" Hearing his hesitant words, Cen Jin was somewhat puzzled.
Jiang Baizhou sighed, "I'm coming to find you now. Are you alone?"
"Yes, I'm alone."
