"Huh~" The slightly pale face in the mirror, haggard but still delicate due to the long journey. The wet slender palm patted his cheeks, biting his lower lip, Song Ji Hyo muttered to himself firmly, "Song Ji Hyo, Ji Hyo, Ji Hyo, you can do it, aren't there just a few people? It's no big deal..."

Although she barely motivated herself to be brave, it is not difficult to see from the worry that the flashing eyes are filled with intent and worry, so it is not difficult to see that Song Ji-hyo's heart is not as calm as he looks. At this time, as a woman, she always unconsciously reveals a trace of weakness that is difficult to hide.

He dressed himself up and looked at the woman who changed a lot in the mirror, Song Ji Hyo nodded with satisfaction and added a little courage to what he wanted to do next. In this way, he would not be discovered.

"Ding Dong~" The inappropriate doorbell suddenly rang, spreading throughout the slightly empty apartment, but Song Ji-hyo, who was doing the final disguise in front of the mirror, couldn't help but tighten his nerves, and turned his head stiffly all over his body, looking at the gate slowly and hard like a rusty machine.

"Who is it? It's rare that they came to me? What should I do? Pretend that I'm not at home?" Faced with such an emergency, Song Ji-hyo was completely panicked, running around in panic, and unconsciously grabbed the broom beside her, as if this would make her feel a little relieved. As for opening the door, this was something she could not consider at all.

"Dingdong~ Dingdong~" The doorbell kept ringing without any stops, but every time it was knocking in Song Ji-hyo's heart like a death talisman. She mustered up the courage to move these steps and walked carefully to the door. The broom raised high in her hand showed her determination.

If I had seen Song Ji Hyo's appearance at this moment, I would never have guessed that the woman with a panic expression was not long ago, she was the only heroine of the latest movie "Frost Flower Shop", and she was also a new million actress. Her pale face was hidden under the black sunglasses, and the raised broom seemed to have made up her mind to swipe it.

"Ding Dong~"

"..." The rapid doorbell finally showed signs of stopping, which also gave Song Ji Hyo, who had been extremely nervous, a chance to breathe. She let out a light breath when she thought the other party had given up, and once again, the fierce knock on the door made her nervous again.

In the dark room (in order to take a photo of someone else seeing someone in the room), Song Ji-hyo listened to the knocking sound that seemed to be unstoppable through the thin door. He bit his bloodless lower lip. After calming down, he showed determination in his eyes, and finally broke the solidified silent atmosphere in the room with a slightly trembling tone, "Is it... who is outside the door?"

...

Outside the window of the A.1 agency in Yeouido, you can vaguely see the sleepless night in Seoul. The fitted suit makes Song Dahai look like all successful middle-aged men in society. The calm and confident are far from believing that it was just three years ago. This man lived in a shabby single apartment and was eating instant noodles with his own artist. He started a difficult trip with a second-hand nanny car and cheap clothes from Dongdaemun.

The encounters in life are sometimes really elusive, but the wrinkled suits, the worry of pulling the corners of their eyes, and the choking tobacco smell that lingers in the office, all heralds the man who has been in a state of crisis again. He has quit smoking for a long time.

Ignoring the cigarette butts that were about to burn their fingers, Song Dahai frowned and looked at the phone still on the desk with bloodshot eyes nervously, just like a drowning person, eager for the arrival of the swimming ring (phone). He felt that he had never been so expecting a call at any moment. You must know that An Zai-sing is not only an artist under his command, but also a relative. Don't be surprised.

...

"Is it... who is outside the door?" Song Ji-hyo never thought that one day her voice would tremble so violently, even those simple words seemed to have used all her strength. Even when she was filming a ghost movie, she didn't feel too scared, but it kept popping up in her heart.

"..." The trembling voice may have not reached the ears of the outsiders because it was too weak, so she still knocked on the door without stopping. Every time she knocked, it made Song Ji-hyo feel a twitching in her heart, as if her heart began to get faster with the rushing knock on the door, which made her breathing a little faster.

Just when Song Ji Hyo felt that she couldn't stand it and wanted to scream again, the rushing knock at the door suddenly ended strangely. After staring at the door without any relaxation in this quiet atmosphere for a while, Song Ji Hyo became a little confused this time. Did he really leave?

In order to verify her idea, she boldly approached the door and looked out carefully through the cat's eyes. Although the dark night could not see clearly, she could also be sure that there was no one at the door. After waiting cautiously for a while, Song Ji-hyo carefully opened a crack in the door and looked out.

"Ah!" However, just as she relaxed her spirit and body, a black shadow appeared at the door. You could vaguely see her slender arms holding the edge of the door to be closed. The moment that happened did not give Song Ji Hyo too much time to think. When she realized that she was about to close the door, it was already too late.

"Oh, let go, let go!" The rabbit was so anxious that she was biting people, let alone a living person like Song Ji Hyo. Seeing her holding the edge of the door tightly, she would not even think about it, she immediately turned into a bad Ji Hyo and began to do her best to abuse her palms now, and actually bit her mouth directly.

"Ah, Song Ji Hyo, you are a dog, please give up, it's me!" Unexpectedly, the bad guy she had originally expected did not react too much to Song Ji Hyo's attack, but instead made a familiar scream and shouted loudly at her, the familiar voice as if she had just heard it.

"Woo, Murosaki (it's the stylist)." While biting the palm of his hand on the door, Song Ji-hyo made a vague sound of surprise. The surprise expression in his eyes was beyond words. It was obviously a very surprised by the appearance of An Jae-stylist, and he was even so happy that he forgot what he looked like at this moment.
Chapter completed!