Lan Huixin walked out of the hotel and immediately dialed Qing Zheng's phone number.
During the few seconds of waiting with the "beep-beep" sound, Lan Huixin swallowed nervously. The cars on the road were rushing past, and the noise was endless, but she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
"Hello?" A lazy and deep voice came from the phone, ambiguous and mysterious. Lan Huixin unconsciously tightened her grip on the phone.
"Hello, is this Mr. Qing? My name is Lan Huixin. Ming Jing introduced me to you."
Just a few words made her break out in a sweat.
"Oh, it's Little Lan, Ming Jing mentioned you. You're a third-year student at the Film Academy, right?"
"Yes." Lan Huixin was slightly excited, knowing Ming Jing had mentioned her.
"Are you in Jingzhou now?"
"Yes."