After hanging up with Tianmo Song, Ling Fei happily jumped onto the bed.
Because of the increasingly warm weather, there was only a thin blanket on her, and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Ling Fei reclined against the headboard and opened WeChat on her phone.
There were messages from Shui Xian Xian, Tianmo Song, and Xue Wen Wen, and Ling Fei replied to each one.
Tomorrow was the weekend, and Shui Xian Xian said she was free and wanted to visit the set to see her.
Ling Fei enthusiastically welcomed her.
Tianmo Song was asking where she was.
Apart from the call she just received, there were also three missed calls on her phone, all from Tianmo Song.
Ling Fei checked WeChat, scrolled through her social media, and visited her blog, busily enjoying herself, when suddenly the room went dark.
"Damn, a power outage?" Ling Fei annoyed, glared at the ceiling.