One sentence! One sentence almost defeated Cheng Tingting in seconds! She couldn't believe it; she had been hanging around in front of Yu Zexiao for so long, and he still didn't remember her!
"I…"
"Oh dear, listen to that." Before Cheng Tingting could say anything, Zhao Ziyin chimed in gleefully, "Our Zexiao is busy day in and day out, meeting celebrities, reporters, media personnel, unknown how many! Who still remembers that average face that flashed by back then?"
Cheng Tingting was so furious she could almost spit blood! She recalled that when she had just snatched Lu Jiayuan from Jian Anning, there was a woman who came to argue, her words rolling off her tongue, all in Huaxia dialect! She didn't expect this woman to switch careers and become a host; it actually suited her well.
But then she thought of her task this time—she took a deep breath and clenched her fists: I endure!
