"Who knows? She can only make up for her stupidity with diligence, but when designing this thing, it is useless to rely on diligence alone, relying on talent and inspiration! Someone said disdainfully.

Song Anqi didn't say much, but she already had an idea in her heart.

How could she let Song Tiantian design here with peace of mind?

She snorted, didn't say anything more, stepped on her heels and turned away.

At night, Song Tiantian felt that his inspiration and thoughts were like spring water erupting, and he couldn't suppress it at all.

However, at this moment, it suddenly went dark in front of me, and the electricity in the room was actually cut off!

"That's bad luck." Song Tiantian lowered his head a little dejectedly, turned on his mobile phone, and glanced at the time, it was more than ten o'clock in the evening.

There is no way, since the power has been cut off, she can only go back to rest first and come back tomorrow morning.

She walked to the door, put her hand on the doorknob, and pulled back......

It didn't move!

She tried a little harder, but the result was the same.

"Is there anyone out there, please?" Song Tiantian slapped the door a few times and shouted at the top of his voice.

But she shouted so loudly that her voice was hoarse, but still no one answered her.

It is estimated that at this point, everyone has already left work.

Song leaned over and slowly slid down against the cold wall and sat on the ground.

Because the night is overtime, the photographer has already left work as soon as the working hours come, and at the moment in this dark room, there is only a GoPro action camera that accompanies her.

It stands to reason that before leaving, the staff in charge of closing the door should be sure that there is no one in the workshop who will lock it, so why would they lock her in without saying a word?

Song Tiantian didn't have the heart to delve into it, but the thought of spending one night in this dark and eerie place made her feel a little apprehensive and uneasy.

She huddled her knees, cowered in the corner, turned on the music on her phone, and turned up her voice to the fullest.

She stared at the phone screen, her fingertips kept sliding, and when she saw the phone number with the words 'Mr. Tang' stored in the address book, a moment of hesitation flashed in her heart.

He probably hasn't slept yet......

Song Tiantian would not ask him to come to the TV station to pick him up at night, but if she could talk to him, she would feel much more at ease.

After thinking about it again, Song Tiantian still dialed the phone.

One, two, three......

She waited quietly, but until the end, the phone was not answered.

Song Qian thought that he should be resting.

She sighed, held her phone, and put her head on her lap, waiting for the dawn in boredom.

After about ten minutes, the mobile phone in his hand shook suddenly, and Song leaned over and stiffened, glancing at the caller ID on the phone.

It's Tang Jingyun!

She quickly picked up the phone.

"You haven't slept yet, have you?"

"Well, I was taking a shower just now, and I didn't get a call from you, what's wrong?"

"Oh...... No. Song Tiantian's voice was sorrowful, a little tired.

Tang Jingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was speculating about the truth of her words.

Song Tiantian didn't speak, nor did she hang up the phone, but quietly put the phone to her ear, as if as long as she could feel his presence, she felt very relieved.

As the minutes passed, the atmosphere was deadlocked.

Song Tiantian thought that Tang Jingyun had thrown his phone aside, and then fell asleep.

"Tang Jingyun, are you still there?" She asked tentatively.