"If I remember correctly, you were the one who called me."
Wen Qiao let out an "oh" and her ire took another step up, "Just because I call you, you pick up? Then if another woman calls you, would you pick up too? Fu Jinghen, you shouldn't be so casual."
Jiang Yao, who was packing her luggage, almost threw Wen Qiao's expensive makeup out, then she twisted her head back and rolled her eyes at Wen Qiao.
I meant for you to act coquettishly towards President Fu to make your presence felt, not to irrationally get jealous and blame him.
Wen Qiao also mimicked Jiang Yao's earlier expression and simply ignored her.
As time had progressed and technology and economy had improved, the film studio city was no longer as informal as it had been in the early years. Hang City, being a national 5A-level tourist attraction, had first-class boutique hotels and bed and breakfasts after renovation.
