Qiu Shuai and Mason Chen got off at the west gate of the film and television city, and Yun Yao disappeared at the intersection of the commercial street.
As the car door closed, silence passed through the front and back rows.
Noah Jian had the porridge he used to flatter others on his lap, his eyes fixed outside the car.
The Spring Festival has long passed. After resuming work, the film and television city is bustling with people coming and going. The intersections near the pedestrian street are full of congested traffic. Pedestrians are walking among them, and cars can't move forward and can only move forward bit by bit.
Noah Jian was in a particularly good mood looking at the familiar atmosphere of fireworks, but unfortunately the car windows were covered with film, and against the backdrop of night, these scenes seemed to be engraved in a silent black film and could not be seen clearly.
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