Less than three days after signing the contract, Xinan received the script delivered by Li Hongya's assistant.
So for the following week, Xinan was at home pondering over the script; Cheng Yi asked her out for meals several times, but she didn't go.
When she rejected Cheng Yi for the third time, he called her.
At that moment, Xinan was lying back on the sofa on the balcony, legs lightly resting on a wooden round table, with the script on her legs and freshly washed and cut apples beside her.
She bit into an apple and answered the phone with a languid tone, "Why are you calling all of a sudden? Didn't you just say you were in a meeting?"
Cheng Yi sat in the meeting room, twirling a pen in one hand, his previously sullen mood brightening instantly upon hearing Xinan's voice.
He spoke with a smile in his voice, "It just ended."
"Mr. Yi, this document still needs your signature."