A person of little importance challenged Ying Jing and failed, putting down their phone to focus on gnawing at the ribs in front of them.
Ying Jing, not receiving a reply, looked at the chat interface with Wen Fucheng on her phone for a moment.
Of course she trusted him.
It was just the awkwardness in her heart causing trouble. Xu Cheng'an, with a bit of a bad conscience, stirred her interest and then ran away.
If she continued to ask, Xu Cheng'an might mock her in some way.
The director was still scolding the newcomers, and there were a few minutes left before the break ended. Ying Jing casually grabbed a meat bun and ran to a secluded corner to call Wen Fucheng.
Xu Cheng'an saw Wen Fucheng's brow soften as he picked up the call, and knew it was that restless girl calling to check up on him.
He smiled helplessly.
This time, the naive little sister with wild fantasies would get a lesson.
