When Shen You'an returned to the hotel, it was nearly ten o'clock.
Tang Yuanyuan hadn't come back yet.
After taking a shower, Tang Yuanyuan walked in looking exhausted.
"An'an, good thing you didn't go, you don't know, we all became Wang Qingyan's backdrop, just watching her steal the spotlight."
Tang Yuanyuan recalled it with frustration, the media only had eyes for Wang Qingyan, treating the rest of them like air, a bunch of fair-weather journalists, hateful.
Actually, Tang Yuanyuan wasn't the kind of person who envied others. She understood that Wang Qingyan was talented, beautiful, and adored by the media and fans, but Wang Qingyan wasn't a humble person, she was arrogant, always flaunting her superiority, which was very off-putting.
"No, if you had gone, there wouldn't have been a chance for Wang Qingyan to shine, you're too low-key."
If Shen You'an attended the press conference, one couldn't even imagine the scene, it would blow up on Weibo.
