Then she looked up at the fourth-floor room directly above her, where the light was off—likely no one was there yet.
The security guard was still searching below when suddenly, a beam of light shone upwards. Anning held her breath in tension, keeping her body completely still.
In a filming accident involving a stand-in actor jumping from a building, there was an eighty percent chance it would be uploaded online, which would not only expose her part-time job but also suggest that the production company might be one that produces unhealthy content.
It would indeed bring shame to the Ji Family, and Chicheng would be furious with her.
Ha! Anning, even now, what you're worried about is how Chicheng sees you.
Sweat beaded on her forehead like peas and slid down her cheeks. In the chill of the evening breeze, her face turned upward to the moon, her countenance was as pale as paper, with a self-mocking smile that tasted sour and bitter on her lips.
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