Ning Xi narrowed her eyes slightly after hearing this.
This was already not the first time that she had heard other people say that Lin Zhizhi hated artistes like her.
It was impossible to say that she didn’t care.
After all, this was the person who would fight this battle with her in the future. If their beliefs were incompatible from the beginning, how would they be able to continue cooperating later?
Lin Zhizhi noticed the worry that flashed through Ning Xi’s eyes. She looked at Zhao Meixin, and said evenly, "It seems that Sister Meixin has misunderstood something about me. Everyone knows that being beautiful is a gift in this industry. It’s the golden meal ticket from God, the one thing other people can ask for but won’t get, why would I hate it?
"What I hate are the flower vases who have the looks but lack substance and professionalism.
"Everyone loves beautiful things, I’m sure Sister Meixin understands this point the best, right?"
