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The moment Yu Ran'er finished speaking, it belatedly dawned on her that they weren't alone in the car. She clapped a hand over her mouth in alarm, glancing anxiously at the driver in the front seat, sent by the production team to pick them up. Thankfully there was no camera in the car, and the driver seemed entirely focused on driving. Di Jing set his phone down. It wasn't that Yu Ran'er's words had gotten through to him, it was simply that every flight from Haicheng back to Beijing that day was already fully booked. A flicker of irritation rose in him, but he quickly suppressed it, getting angry wouldn't solve anything. Still, he finally understood why Yu Xiaochong had been acting so strange lately, turns out he'd been quietly digging a hole for him to fall into. Di Jing rubbed his temples. He understood exactly why Yu Xiaochong hadn't dared tell him the truth. This year, he'd spent most of his time holed up in his composing room, turning down count...