Mu Qiu was still unaware of the gossip being spread about her in the hallway.
She went back to lie down on the sofa, still savoring the recent hand-holding activity.
Just as she was reminiscing and elevating to a scenario she could only imagine, the door was knocked.
"Mu Qiu, please collect the task card from the production team."
"???."
Her splendid daydream was interrupted, and she turned over to open the door.
The door was opened just a crack, enough for her to peek through. Surprised, she asked the staff member, "Is there a task card tonight?"
The staff nodded and handed her a task card and a special phone used by the production team.
Mu Qiu took the task card and phone with one hand, while cautiously checking the sounds from other rooms.
"Doesn't anyone else have this? Could this be a spy plot? Did they create a spy plot for me?!"
