The backstage staff were all looking this way, and Estelle's face had gone pale with anger.
Rong Weiwei's smile secretly curled upward, masking the triumphant look in her eyes, pretending as if she couldn't see that this whole scene had erupted because of her, as if it were none of her business.
Rong Yan coldly watched the director standing on Rong Weiwei's side, subtly stepping in front of Estelle, who was shaking with anger yet afraid her rash actions might affect her burgeoning career. Rong Yan met the director's scornful gaze with a cruel coldness in her beauty, her red lips touched lightly, "Fine."
Gao Yang frowned, "What do you mean?"
He was sure that Rong Yan didn't dare to offend him, that even if he had slighted her, she wouldn't dare to retaliate.
But now, he was somewhat unable to grasp what Rong Yan's response meant.
