Meng Jiahe suddenly smiled. She thought if there was nothing, then there was nothing. It was better than how hurt she used to get when she cared so much about them before.
"Sang Qiao, it's good that you are like this."
"I think so too," Sang Qiao said with a light laugh, aware that people might think she was heartless, but she didn't feel that way.
"Time to start working, I'm leaving." Meng Jiahe stretched and walked towards the door. As for the cake, it was a pity to throw it away, so she decided to give it to the staff.
After handling her emails on the computer, Sang Qiao personally accompanied An Chi to an audition for a major film.
Walking one after another, An Chi still felt a sense of unreality. "Sister Qiao, did the director of this movie really invite me to audition for the male lead? My fans and abilities are not that great. Why would they give me a chance?"
