A Billion Stars Can't Amount to You

The person on the other side of the phone probably was a little stunned to suddenly be speaking to someone else. They didn’t say anything for a while. Drained of his patience, He Jichen asked angrily, “Let me ask you! How is she?”

The assistant director and casting director were so shocked by He Jichen’s roar that they didn’t dare take a single breath.

The person over the phone finally snapped back to their senses and asked in confusion,

“Director He? She?”

It was as though the person on the phone could sense He Jichen’s impatience as they hurriedly said, “It looks like she injured her hip. There’s a lot of blood...”

He Jichen’s fingers trembled, and without a second thought, he pulled out his phone.

While listening to the other person talk over the phone, he started to dial a number on his own phone. The call from his own phone rang “doooot――.” The staff member was heard speaking on the assistant director’s phone: “... don’t know if it’s serious, so nobody dared to move her. They’re afraid...”

Before the staff member could finish reporting what was happening, He Jichen’s phone call went through. He removed the assistant director’s phone from his ear and raised his own phone to it. Without waiting for the person over the phone to greet him, he demanded in a short and precise tone, “Are you in the hotel? Meet me in the first-floor lobby.”

After he hung up the phone, He Jichen handed the assistant his phone back. Then he took big strides over to the elevator without saying a thing.

Even though Han Zhifan, the assistant director, and the casting director weren’t sure who He Jichen called, seeing as he was heading for the elevator, they swiftly caught up to him.

He Jichen glanced over at the jumping red numbers over the elevator but he eventually gave up waiting as it was taking too long. He walked over to the emergency stairwell beside them, pushed open the door, and took the stairway to the first floor.

He Jichen and the others waited in the main lobby for about a minute before the elevator doors opened. A middle-aged woman in a long white dress rushed over with a phone in her hand.

Besides Han Zhifan, everyone knew this woman was the writer and screenwriter of “Three Thousand Lunatics,” Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan scrabbled across the lobby left and right before she saw He Jichen and hobbled over to him.

She seemed to have left in a hurry since she was heaving after she made her way to him. “Director He, what’s wrong?”

When she said this, Cheng Weiwan gave a slight nod to acknowledge the assistant director and casting director.

The assistant director and casting director respectively greeted her with “Weiwan” as He Jichen abruptly reached his hand out. He grabbed Cheng Weiwan’s wrist and rushed out the hotel doors.

He Jichen’s footsteps were wide and hurried, which made it a little difficult for Cheng Weiwan to keep up. All she could do was run quickly and keep the expression on her face calm throughout. She didn’t reveal even the slightest discomfort.

From the hotel to the set, there was a road where cars weren’t permitted to drive, but He Jichen still charged in. When they arrived at the set, they saw a crowd of people. He Jichen stepped hard on the brakes.

Almost instantaneously, He Jichen opened the car door, got out, and darted over to the crowd.

On his way to the set, He Jichen explained the situation briefly to Cheng Weiwan. As soon as the car stopped, Cheng Weiwan also quickly got out of the car and caught up to He Jichen.