After quickly listing the schedule for the upcoming week, the agent snapped the planner shut, the metal clasps clicking crisply.
She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her gaze sweeping over the slightly fatigued Yang Xiaoxiu, her tone full of concern:
"Xiaoxiu, the schedule for this week is packed too tight. How about canceling two fashion events?
You've been wrapping up at 3 a.m. for seven consecutive days, and today you even got up at five to put on makeup. Your body can't keep going like this."
Yang Xiaoxiu leaned back in the soft leather seat of the nanny van, the morning light spilling through the window onto her pale face, yet it couldn't conceal the burning intensity in her eyes:
"Sis, you know the situation best. The previous hit 'Mortal' was just a flash in the pan. If I don't take advantage of this wave of popularity to maintain my presence, in a few months when new stars emerge, the audience will have forgotten me."
