"Can you tell us your story?" The host, Zeng Qiyi, said with a smile.
Liu Yitong was an actress, and she saw the mockery in his eyes.
It was as if he had caught her lifeline!
Liu Yitong wanted to retort, but she saw Li hou's greasy and strange smile below the stage.
For some reason, she felt a strong sense of disgust.
She thought of what Li hou had said to her on the day of the recording when he had found her resting room.
"You're already 25 years old. You'll be out of fashion in another two or three years."
"The female star closest to the best Actress is still not the best Actress."
"Do you lack acting skills? No, this industry needed exciting stories. Do you have any exciting stories to show everyone?"
"I've prepared a script for you, but it's up to you whether you want to say it or not."
At that time, Li hou's smile had been filled with disdain.
That's right.
It was contempt.
He had denied her acting skills.
