Yu Chuang sat in the chair and chuckled, "Usually, at times like this, men have something to hide."
He Chenxi gave him a glare, "Don't talk nonsense. I've been with An Yu for five years, I know his temperament very well. He might indeed be very busy, filming is exhausting, maybe he's fallen asleep."
It's now eight-thirty, who goes to bed at eight-thirty, apart from elderly ladies in the countryside.
Even those elderly ladies would be twisting and turning in the square dance at this hour, having a great time.
He shook his head speechlessly, "I think you're no different from Third Young Master Ji, completely love-struck, one can't criticize the other."
The two were longstanding good friends in secret, acting as business partners in public.
He Chenxi didn't believe a word Yu Chuang said, but indeed, she hadn't been in contact with her boyfriend for two weeks now. He had been telling her that the signal on set was bad.
