Once she finally finished laughing, Chu Tian tentatively asked, "So, are you still going?"
"Forget it, I'm not going. Last time I laughed at her, she ignored me for half a year. Let's just go back to the studio first."
Xu Qingqiu waved her hand, but the smile never left her face.
"Not going home to rest first?"
"It's fine. I actually went to bed quite early last night, around twelve. I didn't wake up until after six this morning, and I also slept a bit on the plane. I feel quite alright."
Chu Tian nodded and didn't say more.
At her level, to be honest, neither resting nor not resting was a good solution. Work was too exhausting; not resting was purely a way of overdrawing on her physical reserves. Yet, if she did rest, it would mean she wasn't far from fading into obscurity. Most people in her position faced this dilemma, forcing themselves to carry on day by day. They were waiting either to achieve even greater success and fame, or to earn enough money to quit.
