"You really have the nerve to say that," Zhou Lan still prattled on incessantly. "Next time before you post on Weibo, think it through carefully, okay?"
Zhou Yun complained like a little girl: "You're so annoying."
"Remember that."
Zhou Yun: "Okay, okay."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yun suddenly thought that what happened tonight really didn't seem like something she would do. Why would she throw such a childish tantrum?
Even before deciding to become an artist, she had warned herself that from now on, she must curb emotional fluctuations, be cautious with public statements, and think thrice before acting.
Being truly oneself is not feasible.
Got carried away?
She went to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then her phone rang again.
It was Zhou Lan calling once more.
"Sister Lan, did you not feel satisfied scolding me once, so now you're calling to scold me again?"
