Fang Hui forced a smile, the kind that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Director Li is being way too harsh. You're all still kids, at the prime of your growth—how can you not eat? You're already skinny enough. If you keep controlling your diet, you'll turn into paper."
No matter what she said, Rong Xianning simply refused to pick up the chopsticks.
Fang Hui placed the chopsticks back down and sighed. "Xiao Rong, your temper is still so stubborn. If you want to survive in this industry, you're going to suffer because of it."
She glanced subtly at the boy's face—no wonder President Ding cherished him like his favorite prize. This boy's face was truly one of a kind.
