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"Can we change the play?! What is this even written?" Guo Yuehua directly showed her displeasure.
The scholar was unhappy, "What do you mean 'what is this even written'? I worked hard on this. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Pretending to be literate when you're not, what's the point?"
Guo Yuehua immediately flared up, "Who did you say is illiterate? Do you know who I am?"
"Oh, now you're putting on airs. At the end of the day, you're just an actor, and you really take yourself too seriously? Let me tell you, at least I've got the status of a Mr. Scholar, and at least I wrote this play. If you don't like it, you might as well not watch it!" The scholar also had a volatile temper, and as a man of letters, he was inherently disdainful of actors.
Guo Yuehua was furious, but a young servant managed to calm her down, "Miss, don't be upset. You shouldn't trouble yourself with this script. Our boss knows what he's doing. You just perform whatever is given to you."
