He quietly watched Wen Qiao's overacted performance, with her increasingly shrill crying ringing in his ears, when he suddenly felt a bit of a headache.
He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "No."
Actually, Wen Qiao was just saying it casually, but now that she had received a promise from Fu Jinghen, she was quite pleased. She was about to compliment Fu Jinghen on his insight, but before she could speak, she heard Fu Jinghen say again, "With your acting skills, go perform under the overpass, and by the end of the night, you'll definitely be able to afford a meal."
"....."
"Thanks, President Fu, for thinking so highly of me!" She slapped Fu Jinghen's hand away, glared at him, and stormed out of the bed energetically, "There's definitely more than one crew in the movie city. There are tons of handsome guys in the entertainment industry. When the time comes, I'll be having the time of my life. Do you think I'll even remember who you are? No!"
