Thinking of this, Yun Qiao suddenly couldn’t sleep.
In the past, when she didn’t see him for a few days, she didn’t mind. On the contrary, she was happy and had no one to control her.
But tonight, it seemed to be the first time she tasted the feeling of worrying about him.
She was really a little worried that he would never return!
Was this the so-called... worry?
Yun Qiao suddenly felt a sour feeling in her nose. It would be great if she could fight with him.
She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so she sat up and lit up the light to read the script.
The hour hand unknowingly pointed to twelve o’clock..
Yun Qiao read the script while trying to figure out the plot for the next day. She felt that filming was getting more and more interesting.
