Jian Ning specially did her makeup, got ready, and arrived at the restaurant early to wait.
But to her surprise, not a single person showed up.
Midway, Jian Ning boldly called Director Wang again, but he didn’t answer. His assistant picked up. The assistant said she had called everyone, but they were all busy and couldn’t find time to come out to eat, and could only apologize.
The assistant spoke very politely, but Jian Ning could tell it was all formality. They might have directly refused, without even finding an excuse.
It seemed everyone in the crew had significant issues with her.
Jian Ning had mixed in the entertainment circle for so many years, and even when she was a nobody, she had never encountered such a situation. She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache.
In her previous life, her interpersonal relationships weren’t great to the point of being universally loved, but they weren’t as bad as the original owner’s.
Look at what Qiao Yu had done. Before even joining the set, she had offended everyone from the director to the assistants.
They weren’t even willing to go through the motions with her anymore, which showed how angry they were.
With such poor interpersonal relationships, how could she even perform in this play? She had originally wanted to discuss the role with the director, but now it seemed the director’s opinion of her was the deepest.
After all, she had delayed the entire crew for a full month.
Jian Ning had an impulse to go strangle Qiao Yu.
He met him and nothing went smoothly.
Jian Ning hung up the phone, full of anger, and returned to the villa.
Qiao Yu was standing at the door waiting, and as soon as he saw her, he happily ran over: “Hao Hao! Off work? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?”
Jian Ning saw him and got annoyed, her tone barely controlled: “What do I want to eat? Do you let me eat it or not!”
Qiao Yu’s face immediately turned red, twisting his two index fingers together: “Stop it, saying such things in broad daylight.”
