"Mhm." Zhou Yun smiled and nodded.
Cristina was very happy to hear that Song Chi agreed to go.
Zhou Yun couldn't help but be curious, Song Chi often came abroad to attend film festivals, he must have known many foreign filmmakers, so why didn't he seem to contact them usually?
After ending dinner, Zhou Yun and Song Chi went their separate ways, going to their own rooms. Zhou Yun lay on the bed, initially just wanting to rest a bit, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, a wave of sleepiness suddenly struck her and her eyelids felt as though they were filled with lead, impossible to open.
She fell asleep within seconds.
It felt like only a few seconds had passed when Zheng Xiaojue's voice rang beside her ear.
"Sister Xiao Yun, Sister Xiao Yun." Her voice was soft, like cotton candy.
Zhou Yun grunted.
"Let me sleep a little longer."
"No, you need to get up," Zheng Xiaojue said, "It's time to shoot."
