Until the fourth round, everyone still seemed to be in a dazed state.
The smiling tiger, Ma Liheng, finally exploded: "If you don't want to act, just quit and get lost right now!"
Wang Qiuhong and Xi Meina were so startled by his yelling that their hearts trembled. They exchanged an awkward glance and dared not utter a single word.
Sang Ning rolled the script into a cylinder, holding one end while tapping the other on her palm, her expression showing no discernible emotion.
"Mr. Ma, Qingyue's performance is so disengaging that it's impossible for us to get immersed in the emotions. Please forgive us."
Sang Ning wasn't resentful because Qingyue stole her role, nor was she deliberately trying to sabotage him—she was simply stating a fact.
