Jiang Yao shuddered at the goosebumps on her skin, full of disgust, "Don't tell me you've been possessed by something filthy, how have you become so utterly revolting."
Wen Qiao sighed and looked at Jiang Yao with pity, "Ah, I forgot, you're still a single dog without a boyfriend. How would you understand the feelings of someone who's practically married."
Jiang Yao: "...."
Right now, she only wanted to ask one question.
How many years would you get for beating someone into a mute?
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"The two teachers, please get a bit closer, hands together—yeah, just like that, hold it right there."
Wen Qiao felt that being a celebrity was not easy at all. For the sake of resources and interests, one could not just fall out with people they didn't like; celebrities have a capacity for tolerance that ordinary people cannot compare with.
Just like right now, she could feel Jiang Wei's disgust for her nearly peaking, yet she still had to maintain a calm demeanor to collaborate with her.
Truly a ninja.
"Wen Qiao, don't look straight ahead. You should be looking down at Jiang Wei, while Jiang Wei should look straight ahead."
"Good, very good."
"Hey hey hey, Jiang Wei, your expression is a bit stiff. You're supposed to be the second female lead in love with the male lead—your gaze needs to be firmer."
"That's firm, not just staring blankly."
"Hey! The camera is here, where are you looking?"
With Director Zhang absent, the job of supervision naturally fell on the screenwriter and the assistant director.
The screenwriter Bai Mo stood behind the photographer directing the two women. Seeing Jiang Wei, who had just been performing quite well, suddenly encounter a problem, he furrowed his brow, "What's the matter with Jiang Wei? Why isn't she in the right state?"
Jiang Wei quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai. I'll adjust myself."
Seeing this, Bai Mo didn't have anything more to say and waved his hand, "Let's take a five-minute break."
As soon as Bai Mo's voice fell, Wen Qiao removed the hand that was on Jiang Wei's shoulder. To be honest, she also did not enjoy working with Jiang Wei in the slightest, let alone getting physical.
Jiang Yao whispered, "What's up with Jiang Wei? Why is she acting like she's become a completely different person?"
"How would I know?" Wen Qiao pondered for a while and then said, "Maybe it's because my aura is too strong, I accidentally suppressed her."
Jiang Yao: "Narcissism is a disease; go get treated."
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Li Qing looked around, closed the door, and turned to Jiang Wei, "What's wrong with you? Your performance was pretty good just now, wasn't it?"
Jiang Wei shook her head and didn't speak.
Seeing this, Li Qing didn't press further, "You adjust yourself properly, I'll go order some afternoon tea."
The door opened and closed, leaving Jiang Wei alone sitting in front of the mirror.
All she could think about was the conversation she'd overheard between Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao outside the makeup room.
When did Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen become so close?
Although she felt it was unlikely, the thought of the smile that was brimming on Wen Qiao's face when she spoke made her feel irritated.
A "snap" of glass breaking echoed.
Jiang Wei was startled, and upon closer inspection, she saw that she had accidentally knocked over a cup on the table, and her clothes were drenched.
She clicked her tongue in irritation and stood up to go to the restroom around the corner.
"Hey, did you see it just now? Wen Qiao is really pretty, huh? Suddenly I feel like Jiang Wei is a bit plain next to her."
"Yeah, I've always thought she was very pretty, but as for the rest, let's not talk about it."
"That's true, but I think her temperament is really quite similar to Lian Zhi."
"Let me tell you, reliable sources have it that the role of Rong Huan was originally meant for Jiang Wei, but then Wen Qiao came out of nowhere and it was given to her."