Chen Enci, who had remained silent as Lu Xing spoke, glanced up at her: "Jugao Show? Are you sure I can get on their variety show again? Don't forget, last year when I was on their show, one of their hosts said I was just a pretty face, good for display at home, then he rudely added that I was fit to be shown off in all kinds of homes. In my rage, I took a vase and smashed it on his head, he still has the scar on his forehead... If I remember correctly, they put me on their blacklist for that, didn't they?"
"Yes, you are on their blacklist," Lu Xing confessed after swallowing a mouthful of congee, adding, "But the person I asked for a favour this time is quite influential, and can remove you from the blacklist... As long as you ensure that you won't resort to violence at the slightest provocation like last time, there will no issues."
Chen Enci didn't hesitate: "I can't promise that."
Lu Xing: "......"
