Chapter 33: Revised - 33 She is Just a Dot

Chapter 33: Revised: Chapter 33 She is Just a DotLin Yixun’s lips trembled uncontrollably, "Leng Yixiu, you’re drunk, you must be drunk! Look at me, see clearly who I am! I am not Cheng Ying, I am..." "I know, you are Lin Yixun." ... Tears silently seeped from the corners of her eyes, slowly soaking the black cloth. Lin Yixun let out a sorrowful laugh. She had imagined this day countless times, even secretly hoped for it, but she never thought it would happen this way. How ridiculous! Lin Yixun continuously hypnotized herself, she was just a point, just a point... ... Ouyang Hao felt unusually restless tonight. Images of Lin Yixun asking him for an advance on her wages a few days ago kept flashing through his mind. On set, after numerous NGs, he finally couldn’t suppress his temper and stormed off, leaving the crew standing there, blowing their beards and glaring. The red sports car sped all the way from the set to the apartment, reducing the usual two-hour journey to just one hour. He kicked open the apartment door, instinctively scanning the place, but saw no sign of Lin Yixun. Had she left? Ouyang Hao squinted suspiciously, realizing that he had rushed back in such a hurry just to see that wooden fish head. His anger flared up. Had he lost his mind? What did it matter to him whether that girl was dead or alive! He kicked off his shoes and flung himself onto the sofa, flipping through his phone out of boredom. He found nothing interesting online, just stories about who had a tryst last night or who got hacked by a maniac in the street. He was about to toss the phone aside when it started vibrating. Ouyang Hao answered the call impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost." Searᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Oh, since when did our Second Young Master Ouyang grow a heart, acting like a melancholy damsel?" "Get out of here. I’m annoyed right now." "They say youths don’t know the taste of sorrow. So, what’s this, Second Young Master Ouyang finally ripened?" "What ripe melons are you talking about? Nonsense." "Yeah, yeah, someone who’s been seasoned since their teens is well overripe." "Stop babbling. What do you want? If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up." "Don’t, I’ve got quite the show lined up for you here." "Not interested." "Come on, buddy. You haven’t turned soft, have you? Or maybe there’s a problem in that area? Want big brother to treat you? Come on, everyone’s here, we’re just waiting for you." Ouyang Hao, fed up with his pestering, thought there was nothing else to do at home anyway, so he agreed, "Where are you guys?" "Rice Hotel."