"This is simply too much!"
Whenever she was in a hurry, Chen Lan would walk around Song Qingyou's office, refusing to put down her phone and scrolling through the negative comments.
"Isn't this a little too ridiculous?"
"I've been a manager for so long, but I've never seen anyone talk about bad luck!"
"Aren't they superstitious? Aren't you afraid of being reported?"
"Before the filming starts, we still have to offer incense." Song Qingyou sipped her tea calmly.
"That's different." Chen Lan waved her hand. "At most, it's just praying to the gods and hoping that everything goes smoothly. It can be considered a ritual."
She pointed at the phone and said, "Look, if you break your leg, blame the movie for being unlucky. If you get into a car accident, blame the movie for being unlucky. Next time, will you blame the movie for even killing someone?"
