The corner of Shen Fangli's mouth twitched. So Yan Xianjue had stolen a plane without being punished and had even gotten rewarded—is that what this meant?
Seeing Shen Fangli's speechlessness, Yan Xianjue's smile widened slightly. "Alright, it's already three thirty in the morning. If you don't sleep now, you'll drop dead."
"How about I sing you a lullaby?"
Shen Fangli shook her head fervently in refusal. "No, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep right now."
How should Yan Xianjue's singing be evaluated? It was a complete waste of that face.
Whether it would put someone to sleep was uncertain, but it would definitely give them nightmares.
Yan Xianjue clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. "I feel like you're kind of looking down on me."
This was absolutely a deadly topic that could not be touched. Shen Fangli shook her head repeatedly. "How could that be? I just think you had a hard day too. I remember you were already sleepy this morning, so how do you still have the energy to play until now?"
Only then did Yan Xianjue realize it as well, and he stated with certainty, "There must be something wrong with that coffee you gave me."
"I got energetic after I stopped drinking coffee."
Shen Fangli looked at him skeptically. "Is it really that magical?"
"Could it be that you're allergic to coffee?"
Yan Xianjue said, "How could that be? I'm in great health. I've never had allergies."
Shen Fangli pretended to believe him.
"Then I won't buy you coffee next time." After saying that, she let out a long yawn. "I'm getting sleepy. Then I'm going to bed? Tell me the details of today properly tomorrow."
Yan Xianjue naturally lowered his voice. "Alright. I'll visit you on set in a couple of days. Good night."
"Good night."