Yan Xianjue lifted his chin slightly, not thinking there was anything wrong with what he had done.
Yan Shan had no intention of saying he was wrong either. She was merely stating the facts.
Rather than complaining to her, Yan Xianjue was more like showing off.
Yan Shan glanced at him. "Move over. You're blocking the way."
Yan Xianjue gave an unhappy "hmph," then rolled right where he was, tumbling off the picnic blanket and onto the grass beside it.
The guard who had come to pack up: "...???"
Uncle Lu looked utterly unsurprised. Only after everything had been packed back into the car did he go call Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue propped up his chin. "It's too late. Should we just go to a hotel and head home tomorrow?"
His gaze fell on Yan Shan.
Yan Shan nodded without much hesitation.
After all, only the two of them were at home right now. It made no difference when they went back.
As for Yan Yi'an, Yan Yi'an was directly ignored by her!
In the hotel suite, after showering and changing, Yan Xianjue picked up his phone again and first checked the messages from Shen Fangli, which he had pinned to the top.
Then he called her back on video.
Shen Fangli was lying in bed, drowsy. Even her voice was muddled when she answered. "Hello?"
Yan Xianjue chuckled. "Already asleep? Then I won't disturb you."
Shen Fangli shook her head and sat up in bed. "No, I've been lying here for ages and can't fall asleep."
That was why she had been reading the script in bed, but the more she read, the more awake she became. It had completely backfired.
"Then what should we do?" Yan Xianjue said with a smile. "Not filming tomorrow?"
Shen Fangli rolled her