Sister Wang checked the time and then compromised with a displeased face, "Fine, you must come back within two hours."
"Thank you, producer, thank you, director."
Mu Jiujiu changed out of her drenched costume into her own clothes. She didn't even have time to dry her hair before she quickly hailed a taxi to her destination.
Twenty minutes later, her phone rang on cue. Mu Jiujiu was in a bad mood, but she had to answer Tang Jin's call. She paid the driver and then stepped out of the car, facing a towering skyscraper.
"I'm here," the woman's voice was slightly hoarse.
"Come up, the 36th floor."
Mu Jiujiu subconsciously looked up, feeling a bit reluctant, "I'd rather not go up!"
"What? Your ex-boyfriend is getting engaged, and you're unwilling to even offer your congratulations?" Tang Jin frowned, clearly displeased, "After all, you dated for four years, didn't you?"
Just as Mu Jiujiu was about to say something, she suddenly sneezed twice: "Achoo... Achoo..."
