Chen Lan was so angry at the comments online that her heart ached. She kept pacing back and forth in front of Song Qingyou.
"These people are obviously not fake reviewers. Don't they know that they've been led astray?"
"Also, what do they mean by that? Fair, fair, fair. Is it all your fault that the internal entertainment artists are paid too much?"
"What do you mean by easily earning ten million a year? You sound like you've been using a stunt double in your movies!"
"There's also education. There are many artists in the industry who have only graduated from primary school. Why should they only catch you, Qingyou?"
Similar nagging kept ringing in his ears.
Song Qingyou was still a little angry, but Chen Lan's nagging extinguished her anger.
"Sister Lan, calm down."
