Only after Wang Hechuan and the others had left did Yan Ningke pull open the fire door and step out.
Halfway back, he ran into an anxious-looking Liao Hai, who hurried over when he spotted him.
"Teacher Yan, where did you go? I've been looking everywhere for you."
Yan Ningke patted his shoulder. "I just sat over there for a bit. What, are we about to start shooting?"
"Yes, they just called for makeup touch-ups."
Yan Ningke wasted no more time and hurried back.
The incident that morning had cost them some time after all. By the time they finished shooting indoors and were ready to move outside, there was no daylight left.
However angry the director was, there was nothing he could do. He could only dismiss everyone and squeeze in the outdoor shots the next morning.
It wasn't too late, around seven, and plenty of people at the company had yet to leave work.
Yan Ningke had just stepped out of the studio when he spotted Zheng Yan Che talking to the director nearby.
Well, that fell right into my lap.
While working that afternoon, he had still been wondering how to contact Zheng Yan Che. He hadn't expected to run into him here.
Seeing him stop, Liao Hai asked in confusion, "Teacher Yan?"
Yan Ningke leaned against the wall beside him. "Go pack up first. I'll be right over."
Liao Hai didn't understand, but he was obedient. Without asking anything else, he turned and went back to the lounge.
Yan Ningke didn't have to wait long. The director finished reporting to Zheng Yan Che, and their conversation ended.
Zheng Yan Che glanced sideways and met Yan Ningke's eyes as he waited nearby, a question mark slowly forming over his head.
Yan Ningke smiled at him and walked