Wei Xue wiped her tears and stubbornly denied, "No, you saw wrong."
"You hate Qiao Xi too, don't you?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Qiao Xi was still a senior in her company; even if Wei Xue hated her, she wouldn't admit it openly.
"I just saw you running out of Qiao Xi's dressing room, did something upset you?"
"What are you trying to say?"
No one hates another without reason, and Wei Xue was still somewhat on guard.
She hated Qiao Xi, but she didn't want to be used as a pawn by others.
"Do me a favor, it's very simple."
Wei Xue took a step back, "I won't help you."
The person was not flustered, even seemed to have a winning hand, "No problem, you can think it over and give me a response later."
...
There was a night scene to be shot tonight.
When Qiao Xi returned to the hotel after filming, it was already eleven o'clock.
"We still have to shoot early tomorrow. Work a bit harder these few days." Qiao Xi patted Bei Bei on the shoulder.
