"Don't you want to know?" Shen Lan asked.
Guo Miao picked up the bag on the table and stuffed it back into Shen Lan's hands.
"You fell into the swamp yesterday because of this recording pen?" Guo Miao asked.
Thinking back to what had happened before, Guo Miao could imagine what was recorded in the recording pen.
"Although she's injured, she doesn't seem like she'll quit the competition for the role. I want to add fuel to the fire." Shen Lan said, "She tried to steal my role time and time again. If I don't hit her when she's down, why would I wait for her to come back?"
Shen Lan gritted her teeth as she said this. Those who didn't know better would think that Su Liu had dug up their family's ancestral grave.
"I won't help you," Guo Miao said.
