After several shots, Yan Huan had completed her scenes. She was allowed to go home and rest before her final shooting, then she could start working another job.
"Let's go," Yi Ling said as she carried Yan Huan's belongings. She was counting on her fingers, figuring out when she could eat next. What shall we have for dinner when we get home?
Yan Huan turned her head, looking at Qi Haolin and Su Qiao who were shooting on their rival show.
Such was life.
If she was Hong Yao, if she was in this situation, there would be nothing to be compared with a rich woman who was high-born and well-bred, as the world was unfair.
But there were still a lot of people who wanted to live even though life was not fair.
Life, whether it was good or bad, had to be lived.
At the mercy of fate, would Qingqiu still be the last choice of Jiang Chao?
It was almost 7pm when Yan Huan got back to their new apartment.
