The mark on the neck

Song Xuan felt that the serious man in front of her was a little cute and laughed out loud, " alright, there's no need to go to the art troupe. Send me home.

Yang Haitao was stunned.

"Yes, I'm not going," song Xuan replied.

Yang Haitao stopped the car by the road and turned to look at her. "Don't you like to act?"

Song Xuan stared at him. I'm just teasing you. I don't like acting.  

Although she was born Pretty, her wish was completely different from her sister, song ran. She had no interest in standing on the stage or in front of the camera. She wanted to be a successful entrepreneur.

Yang Haitao almost cried tears of joy. Was this a false alarm? Song Xuan didn't want to be a celebrity. That's great, that's great. He actually felt a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.

Song Xuan saw his silly smile and could not help but ask, " "You're not angry?"

"Why would I be angry?" yang Haitao was confused.