Su Bei's current status was deteriorating day by day. Perhaps in a month or two, she would get a good opportunity and soar to the heavens in a single step. She would surpass Su Bei.
The entertainment industry was just that shallow. Other than the top international superstars, no one could stay at the top for long. Without any works or exposure, an artist would quickly become a passerby.
The waiter was collecting the red wine that Su Bei had left behind. He kept it carefully, afraid that he would bump it or spill a drop.
Although Su Bei didn't care about the red wine, it didn't mean that the waiter didn't care! What if Su Bei asked for it again?
Song Yao casually reached out to take the red wine, wanting to see what brand it was.
The waiter was so anxious that he was about to cry. "Miss, you can't touch this."
"What's wrong with touching it? I won't break it." Song Yao just wanted to take a look.
