Tang Yaoyao remembered she was the fifth in line.
Not only did she have no interest in standing here and watching the exaggerated, poor acting skills of these people, she was also a real fox fairy.
Before the jury came out, she left first and returned to her dressing room.
Since she had to restore her identity temporarily, she naturally had to have a sense of ritual.
After some preparations, it was her turn.
She wore a white gown and walked with grace every step of the way. Her footsteps were light, calm, and elegant. Her head was slightly lowered, concealing her expression. Her figure exuded the aura of an immortal.
She walked to the stage step by step.
The director shouted, "Action!"
As she approached, she raised her head slowly, and at first glance she saw the actor's angular face. His handsome features were very deep, especially the cold light under his eyes. However, she could see the deepest sense of waning interest in his dangerous chestnut eyes.
What the f*ck!
