Yi Ling now had Chen Wanda on her official hate list. She had been a manager for some time now, and knew what lay in store for celebrities who participated in "dirty" movies. If the movie flopped and faded into obscurity, well, no harm done, but if it became a hit, the actors' reputations would be ruined forever.
She had therefore been extremely careful not to accept any roles that required Yan Huan to strip or show excessive skin.
Yi Ling walked into the room. "Huanhuan, I found another opportunity." She saw Yan Huan kneeling on the floor, feeding Little Bean dry cat food. Little Bean had gotten a bit bigger, but was still growing. Yan Huan smiled serenely; there was something about the gentle curve of her lips and the subtle arch of her eyebrows that made Yi Ling feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
