Zhao Yue had just walked back to the entrance of the makeup room when she encountered the assistant director.
The assistant director asked, "Where's Qiao Shishi?"
Zhao Yue shook her head, unclear. "I haven't seen her either, she must have gone home."
"Gone home? Does she not know she still has scenes to shoot?" the assistant director asked, somewhat annoyed.
Zhao Yue replied helplessly, "Shishi said she can't serve this director anymore, and she doesn't want to."
"What does that mean?" the assistant director frowned. "Her mobile number, give it to me."
"I didn't memorize her number, it's all saved in my phone. I'll go find it for you," said Zhao Yue.
"Good, hurry up," the assistant director urged.
Damn it, if Qiao Shishi really loses this role, her father is going to be in trouble.
Zhao Yue pretended to look for her phone, dawdled for a while, and then hurriedly said, "My phone... I can't find it."
In fact, she had turned off her phone and tossed it into a drawer.