I originally thought it was nothing, but as she brought it up so many times, Fu Jinghen also began to feel it was somewhat strange.
It's just, I inexplicably felt my dignity as a man was being challenged.
His voice became a bit deeper, "Wen Qiao, enough is enough."
"Are you angry with me?" Wen Qiao was startled for a moment, and then her entire face collapsed, "In such hot weather, I've come all the way to the film city, toiling away at filming, and even my costume has scratched my skin raw. Even my agent knows to feel sorry for me, but my fiancé is so indifferent to me, how can I keep living like this?"
Although they hadn't spent much time together, Fu Jinghen had already grown accustomed to Wen Qiao's acting.
He commented lightly, "Well used idioms."
Wen Qiao: "Wah," she cried even harder.
Even knowing her tears were mostly an act, Fu Jinghen still found himself flustered by the increasing volume of her cries, "Where is it damaged?"
