"Zihan, do you think that loser will show up today?" In the makeup room at the hotel backstage, a group of girls crowded around one who was comparatively prettier, gossiping and chattering away.
The girl had an oval-shaped face, seductive eyes, and was dressed like a princess, her expression emanated an air of arrogance: "I don't know, but if I were him, I wouldn't come, because showing up would be just asking for humiliation. Yang Dong has already made it clear that if he dares to pester me again, he'll break both of his legs."
"A toad lusting after a swan's flesh, he doesn't even see what he's worth," one of the girls said.
"Exactly, our Zihan is so beautiful, how could she possibly marry that poor ghost. If he dares to pester her again, he should be made to regret it."
Seeing Zihan cozy up to a rich man, they all flattered her competitively, hoping to gain some benefits from her.