Song Qian had just finished work when he received their call.
Since he was only interning at the film set, he had some free time in the evenings. Besides, since joining the crew, Song Qian had been tirelessly involved daily without ever skipping work. Director Zhang liked him quite a bit, so an occasional absence in the evening wasn't a big deal.
After hanging up the call, he drove to the mall to pick up Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun.
When he arrived at the entrance of the mall and saw the piles of shopping bags at their feet, he finally understood why Wen Qiao had specifically instructed him to come by car.
He also mentally thanked his past self for not tagging along.
Otherwise, his hands would have been ruined.
Looking at the trunk filled with shopping bags, Song Qian couldn't help but sincerely respect the two ladies, "Impressive, you two have single-handedly boosted the economy of the Film City."
Wen Qiao casually dismissed it with a wave of her hand, "You flatter us."
