Chapter 1067: Your Old Friend

“Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable.

Please try again later…”

“…”

Well, that was pretty awkward.

Yi Qinghuan couldn’t hide her embarrassment and glared at her assistant, who was flustered and uncertain about whether to comfort Yi Qinghuan or grab the phone first.

Chu Yao, however, chuckled slowly, “It’s busy.

Why don’t you try calling later?”

“The number is correct.

I’ve been in contact with Mo Bai before.

It can’t be wrong.

It must be busy, so I’ll try again.”

Yi Qinghuan picked up the phone.

This time, she didn’t put it on speaker.

Meanwhile, Nan Jiaojiao clearly heard Bo Yanching’s voice over the phone: “Jiaojiao, I’ve just landed.”

“What about the car you’re using over there?”

“I had Han Chuan buy an apartment, and the car is in the parking garage.

You can get the car keys from the guard later.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyes lightly, “I’m only staying here for just a few days.

You bought an apartment?”

Oh, no, it was probably for the parking spot, so you got an apartment as well.

Never seen someone with too much money burning a hole in their pocket.

“No worries, maybe we’ll visit there for vacation later.

I bought it as an investment.”

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled, “Got it.

I’ll go if I have time.

Aren’t you heading back to the old house?”

“I’m waiting for Han Chuan.

He drove over.

As soon as I got off the plane, Grandma called, saying she received the specialties that were sent in advance.

She got angry when she heard I came back without bringing you and wouldn’t let me in.”

Nan Jiaojiao whispered, “Poor thing.”

“Would you compensate me?”

She refused in an instant, “You’ve been disliked for ages, why should I compensate you for it?”

Bo Yanching sighed, feeling that as she slowly grew up, she was becoming harder to fool.

Afraid he would embarrass himself, he awkwardly changed the topic, “What are you up to?”

“Having a meeting.”

“You?”

Bo Yanching slightly curled his lips, as Han Chuan drove the car to him.

He got into the back seat, closed the rear car windows, and even gestured for Han Chuan to close the front windows too, preventing Nan Jiaojiao from hearing nothing but the wind.

“Aren’t you usually annoyed by these things?

I thought you’d be lazing around in Chu Yao’s RV.”

“I was, but I was invited over by your old friend.”

“My old friend?” Bo Yanching asked, “Who?”

“Yi Qinghuan.”

“…” He stuttered for two seconds, nervously speaking, “Jiaojiao, I…”

“I know, it’s got nothing to do with you.”

Just a superficial affair.

She’s not an idiot.

Yi Qinghuan showing up at the filming crew to boss around the screenwriters was likely about showing Nan Jiaojiao who’s boss.

Poor Director Chen was tormented, the actors’ scenes got all mixed up, and the sets built by the crew were being used up every day.

Even though not all the blame could be placed on Nan Jiaojiao, she was partially responsible.

With a bit of guilt, she was willing to sit there.

Watching.

“I’ll hang up now; I’ll call you tonight.”

Bo Yanching didn’t even dare to keep her on the line, obediently replying, “Okay, I’ll wait.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Jiaojiao immediately hung up the call.

Before she even put the phone down, it started vibrating in her palm again.

Nan Jiaojiao lowered her eyes slightly and inconspicuously answered the call, placing it on the table.

“Hello, Mr.

Mo Bai.

I’m Yi Qinghuan, the head screenwriter of The Empress’s Killing.

Previously, we were in touch via email, and you were fine with my script arrangements.

There was a disagreement about the remaining scenes, and I sent the rest of the script to your email last night.

Have you read it?”