As a key member of the creative team, he naturally had to stay on site, ready to communicate and solve all kinds of problems at any time.
Xu Qingyan originally planned to return to Xinghai in a few days, but now... with Pei Muchan flying off to the south and Lin Wanzhou to Capital City, there was no point in him going back since everyone was gone.
He unintentionally worked until seven in the evening, rested for a while, and glanced at the messages he had received on his phone.
Pei: "The plane tickets are booked."
"Okay."
Xu Qingyan got up and walked to the window, opening a crack, and the cold air hit his face. He could vaguely hear the sound of the television from the next room's technical team leader's blasting TV.
Almost without warning, the rain started to fall.
During his month-plus stay in Chang'an, he often encountered rain and casually sent a photo to Pei Muchan. With a bang, he closed the window and continued to concentrate on skimming the script.