As Pretty Boy stood there with a dumbfounded expression, Ye Feifei adamantly covered her ears, buried her face in the desk, and yelled out loud, "I won't listen, I won't listen. I'm not like you, with a mouth full of foul language, no principles, and no limits. I don't want to become an actress, having my eyes blinded daily by spotlights and camera flashes. I need to protect my eyes. Besides, I don't have formal training, no acting skills, and no one to teach me. If I end up with a paralyzed face or exaggerated expressions, I'd get ridiculed to death. Keyboard Warriors are too scary, and paparazzi dogs are man-eaters. My heart isn't strong enough yet, so I don't want to rely on my looks to make a living. I have knowledge and talent, why should I rely on my looks? Ridiculous! I won't join the entertainment industry, won't become an actress... I just won't... won't, won't, won't..."
The atmosphere turned awkward again!
It was as cold as the Antarctic!
