As soon as Su Tingyun walked out of the high-speed train station, his phone was hit by notifications from entertainment headlines - the crew of "The Dark Disciple" had an open casting call, and director Zhou Jiming named "Don't block artists." Three years ago, it was Zhou Jiming who nailed her to the Snow Cang Order with his own hands. She took off her sunglasses, smiled in the waiting hall, and dialed the number she hadn't called in three years. The call was connected, and there was silence on the other side for five seconds. Zhou Jiming's voice was as cold as an ice wall: "You still dare to call me?" Su Tingyun tightened her phone and looked at the crowded pick-up sign outside the exit: "Isn't that 'back double' in your casting notice the key you left for me? I answered the call." She hung up the phone, and she didn't mention that she was desperate - at the age of twenty-six, she only had 3,070 left in her card.
