Xia Ling collected her emotions and told Wei Shaoyin, "Well, we can appreciate our rival's beautiful shots." Only by adopting advice from people all around could one have a brighter future as a celebrity.
Wei Shaoyin scoffed. "This is a beautiful shot? If I did the shoot, I could've done it many times better. Xiao Ling, just you wait, in a while every advertisement board and billboard in the streets will be featuring you!"
Xia Ling was not in the mood to bicker with him and simply left him with the words, "All the best to you."
Wei Shaoyin had been irritable recently. He had reached a bottleneck with the theme song to Meteor Wings, the better he wanted it to be, the worse it turned out. His inspiration seemed to have vaporized. Even the few songwriters that he had specially invited only handed in mediocre drafts, and after countless changes they were still not up to par. That made him even more agitated.
