When she saw the agent arrived, there was a glimmer of light in Yu Ting's gloomy eyes. She had found the perfect solution.
Carrier 119 cups, keep one for herself, and she could still make a profit -- enough for three pillows.
The agent twitched — wiping clear of all the wild speculations going on in his mind. He truly was gullible.
"No, I don't want it."
Despite Yu Ting's several minutes of persuasion, the agent remained unmoved.
The unsold milk tea that Yu Ting couldn't finish herself was eventually handed out to everyone in the theatre.
"Thank you!"
"Wow~ I love it! I'm instantly a fan of Yu Ting!"
...
The warm milk tea played a subtle role in the chilling B City, and the previous rumors of Yu Ting acting like a big shot were self-defeating within the cast and crew.
Elsewhere, Wei Qinghe finished shooting a brief scene after more than half an hour, looking somewhat discouraged and reproachful of himself.
He was indeed unable to grasp this role.
