"Jian Ran, Director Yu asked me to notify-no, invite you two back for filming. We only have a few scenes left before we wrap." The assistant's voice on the phone was cautious, afraid of offending Jian Ran.
"We're about to leave. We'll arrive tonight." Jian Ran was about to open the car door when he caught sight of someone rushing over like a lunatic.
He looked closely. It was Qin Hong.
"Hanging up now. Talk later." Without another word, Jian Ran pressed the end-call button and dodged Qin Hong's claws with a quick sidestep.
"You little bitch, what did you do to me?!" Qin Hong's hair hung loose, and she was still in her pajamas. Her voice was shrill. "Why are all those ghosts coming after me?!"
Jian Ran curled his lips and said unhurriedly, "Nothing much. Just put a curse on you. It's called reaping what you sow."
"You-you undo it!" Qin Hong lunged again. Jian Ran nimbly dodged, and she fell to the ground.
Her front teeth struck the steps, and her mouth instantly filled with blood.
Jian Ran looked indifferent, without a shred of sympathy for this woman. "Still won't tell me who you went to?"
"Hahahahaha, I won't tell you!" Qin Hong turned back, looking like a raving lunatic. "Your days are numbered too. What do I have to fear?!"
Jian Ran pressed his lips together. "Let's see how long you can keep laughing."
He looked up at Lu Yanting. "Let's go. Staying here is a waste of time."
Lu Yanting nodded slightly, opened the driver's door, and got straight in.
Jian Ran dodged Qin Hong's hand with a look of disgust and got into the passenger seat.
With the roar of its engine, the Bentley sped away. Qin Hong lifted her head, her eyes filled