"Sister Yin Ning, I'm sorry." Song Xiyue seemed to have realized that she was unhappy. She smacked her lips and explained in a panic, "I… I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. Sister Yin Ning, you're the prettiest."
Yi Ning gave a cold grunt and gave her a side glance. With a warning tone and an arrogant attitude of a senior lecturing a junior, she said, "You've just entered the entertainment industry. In this place, you should speak less if you can."
"I understand." Song Xiyue looked at her timidly and gratefully. "Thank you, Sister Yin Ning. You're the best person I've ever met."
Yin Ning had been in the entertainment industry for a long time and had experienced many ups and downs. Naturally, she knew not to take the things that people said to heart. It was fine to listen to sweet talk, but she should not take it seriously.
Yun Ruo did not say anything. The corners of her lips curled into a smile with obvious pride.
