"Thank you so much, director." Lu Jinnian's assistant thanked the director politely, then said goodbye to the two of them, holding their cell phones, and dialing Lu Jinnian while turning around and leaving.

The director said to Qiao Anhao apologetically: "Xiao Qiao, you may have put on makeup again today."

"It's okay." Qiao An looked at the assistant who had walked away for a while and said to the director: "Then director, you are busy. If you're fine, I'll go take off my makeup first and go back to the hotel."

"good."

"Goodbye." Qiao Anhao smiled at the director, then turned around, caught up with Lu Jinnian's assistant, and stopped him.

"Miss Qiao?" Lu Jinnian's assistant stopped, put down his cell phone that was still not available, and politely asked: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Lu Jinnian, is he injured?" Qiao Anhao asked directly.

The assistant thought of Lu Jinnian's instructions yesterday, paused for a moment, and kept a polite smile: "I'm sorry..."

"I know he was injured." Qiao Anhao didn't wait for the assistant to finish speaking, so he took the lead and spoke again.

The assistant swallowed two saliva without saying a word.

"He was injured in the back, right?" Qiao Anhao asked.

The assistant moved his lips, finally nodded, paused for a while, and asked, "Miss Qiao, did Mr. Lu drink a lot of wine when he went to the party with you yesterday?"

When Qiao An heard this, she subconsciously lowered her eyes. When Lu Jinnian was playing the game of rock-scissors yesterday, because she knew the rules of his punching, he lost many times and indeed drank a lot of wine.

Yesterday she really didn't know that he was injured... Qiao Anhao bit her lip and nodded slightly at the assistant.

"I know!" The assistant's tone suddenly became a little anxious: "He was so seriously injured behind him, so where can he drink? He must have been infected now, his wounds worsened, and he hid alone. The same was true for filming a costume drama last time. Because he didn't look for a substitute, and when he was fighting, he didn't pay attention. He twisted his left foot and didn't tell anyone. It was not until four days later, in the hotel room, he came out after taking a shower, walked steadily, and fell to the ground. I realized that he was injured!"

Speaking of this, the assistant became angry: "Four days, I twisted my tendons and held on for four days, and my ankles were swollen into steamed buns. I was sent to the hospital. The doctor said that if I held on, my feet would be useless!"

"It's really not what Mr. Lu is doing. Every time he is like this, he is injured and sick, either he hides alone without saying a word, and it makes people unable to find it, or he just insists on not saying it. I really don't know what he is thinking in his heart. Wouldn't he cry? He doesn't even care for himself in the most basic way!"

"You said, where to find him? You don't answer the phone or reply to the text message!" The assistant couldn't help but pace impatiently, and walked around in place, and was still muttering: "I'm so anxious. I don't know how he is now?"

"Miss Qiao, what do you think you should do?" the assistant said, stopped, turned to look at Qiao Anhao, but only saw that Qiao Anhao had turned around and walked away a long way.

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Qiao Anhao took off her makeup, so she asked Zhao Meng for the car keys and drove away.
Chapter completed!