As Duan Wenhui's "understanding flower," Qingyue could naturally sense that her mood wasn't very pleasant at this moment.
He stood up and attentively massaged her shoulders. "Sister Hui, you can't say it's just pointless persistence. I simply feel indignant for you. Why should someone like Sang Ning, a nobody without any backing, be able to single-handedly take on the lead role in a movie, while you can't even squeeze me into a regular supporting role? They're clearly not taking you seriously. I feel aggrieved for you."
Qingyue feigned sincerity as he said this. He didn't believe that someone as proud as Duan Wenhui would allow her dignity to be trampled underfoot.
"Since they want Sang Ning to take the lead so badly, why not just ruin Sang Ning? I'd like to see if this film is truly irreplaceable without her!" Duan Wenhui flicked a layer of ash into the ashtray.
