"I think even fountain pens wouldn't need ink anymore; just use her face-wash water directly."
Everyone was gossiping enthusiastically, leaving Yao Yu and Chen Wan dumbstruck.
What on earth was Tian Sangsang here to do?! Ji Yao'er sneered coldly and walked up to Zhao Chun, giving her advice, "How could someone like her—a Black woman—ever be suitable for acting? Kick her out."
Zhao Chun, however, was focused entirely on Tian Sangsang and didn't quite agree with Ji Yao'er. He raised his hand slightly and said, "Yao'er, step aside for now—I've got this." Without even looking at her.
Ji Yao'er returned to her chair awkwardly, a tinge of insecurity and grievance bubbling in her heart. All this for Tian Sangsang? Zhao Chun had blatantly embarrassed her in public!
"You're Tian Sangsang?" Zhao Chun was utterly astonished. What was going on? Just a few days ago, she was pale-skinned—how had she turned Black now? Truly an unpredictable enchantress.
