Chapter 239 Think About It Before Answering (4)

The person on the other end of the phone was a little confused, probably because the person suddenly changed to answer the call. He was late for about half a minute and didn't say anything. However, He Jichen seemed to have been waiting for a long time and had exhausted his patience. When he spoke again, his tone was mixed with anger. Meaning: "Let me ask you! How is she doing?"

The assistant director and casting director were so frightened by He Jichen's low roar that they didn't even dare to speak out.

The person on the phone finally came to his senses and said in confusion: "Director He? Her?"

Then the person on the phone seemed to sense He Jichen's impatience, and hurriedly continued: "She seems to have been injured in the waist, bleeding a lot..."

He Jichen's fingertips trembled and he took out his cell phone from his pocket without thinking.

While listening to the person on the phone talking, he started to make a call. As his own cell phone beeped, the voice of a staff member came from the assistant director's cell phone: "... We don’t know yet whether the injury is serious or not, and no one dares to touch her for fear of something..."

Before the staff's report was over, He Jichen's cell phone was connected. He took the assistant director's cell phone from his ear and handed his own cell phone to his ear, without waiting for the person inside to speak, as if giving an order. Usually, the words are spoken concisely: "Are you in the hotel room? See you in the lobby on the first floor in two minutes."

After hanging up the phone, He Jichen handed the assistant director's cell phone to him, and without leaving a single word, he strode to the elevator.

Han Zhihui, the assistant director and the casting director, although they didn't understand who He Jichen was calling just now, saw him walking towards the elevator and hurriedly followed him.

He Jichen glanced at the red numbers on the elevator and felt disgusted with waiting for too long. He simply walked to the emergency passage aside, opened the door, and climbed the stairs to the first floor.

He Jichen and others waited in the lobby for about a minute. The elevator door opened, and a young girl in a plain white dress hurriedly walked out with only a mobile phone in her hand.

Except for Han Zhihui, everyone else knows that this girl is Cheng Weiwan, the original author and screenwriter of "Three Thousand Idiots".

Cheng Weiwan walked around the lobby, looked around, and when he saw He Jichen, he trotted up to him.

Probably because she was in a hurry, she ran all the way here, and her tone of voice was breathless: "Mr. He, what's wrong?"

After speaking, Cheng Weiwan nodded slightly to the assistant director and casting director standing aside as a greeting.

The assistant director and casting director spoke separately, and as soon as they said "Weiwan", He Jichen suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Cheng Weiwan's wrist, and ran towards the door of the hotel.

He Jichen's steps were long and fast, and Cheng Weiwan couldn't keep up, so he could only run quickly, but the expression on her face always remained calm, without showing any signs of discomfort.

There was a section of road from the hotel to the filming set that was closed to vehicles, but He Jichen drove in anyway. When he arrived at the filming set and saw a group of people gathered together, he slammed on the brakes.

Almost at the same moment, He Jichen opened the car door, got out of the car, and headed straight for the crowd.

On the way, He Jichen briefly explained the situation to Cheng Weiwan. As soon as the car stopped, Cheng Weiwan hurriedly got out of the car and followed He Jichen.