There's No Unforgivable Thing About Transferring Money

At five in the morning, Xia Yishan was woken up by a phone call. She picked it up in a daze.

"Hey ~"

"Sister Xia!" On the other end of the phone, Zheng Fan was extremely anxious." You finally picked up the phone. Where are you? There's still an hour before the camera starts. Why aren't you in the room? The director will definitely look for you if you don't show up later! If the director gets angry, I, a small assistant, can't withstand it!"

"What did you say? What time is it?"

"It's five o'clock, Sister!"

"D * mn, it's so late. I'll be right back. Wait for me!"Xia Yishan felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head. She was so clear-headed that she couldn't be more clear-headed.

When he woke up, the sky was not far from collapsing.

She hung up the phone and looked at the time…

F * ck, it's really five o'clock!

Sob, sob, sob. She still had an hour to go to the set and get her makeup done. She might not even make it in time to take off.