"Sister… Han." Han Xueqian was about to flare up when she saw Nangong Jue following behind. She hurriedly changed her attitude and revealed a weak and pitiful expression. "How can you say that about me? We're sisters."
"Stop." Le Yao rubbed her arms. "Your acting isn't good. Your acting skills are too bad. If you enter the entertainment industry like this, you'll be crushed in minutes unless you bribe to get promoted, but… Tsk tsk, your figure and face aren't beautiful enough…"
"You…" Han Xueqian was about to explode in anger. She wasn't ugly, but she couldn't compare to this b*tch. Why didn't she die?
