Qingyue slowly lifted her head, her expression indifferent, a faint sneer rising at the corner of her lips as she stood by with a "kick them while they're down" attitude, waiting to see Sang Ning make a fool of herself.
The scriptwriter, wary of the actors getting too tense, spoke up to intervene: "Enough. You're here to act, not to argue. Spend your time digging into the script more."
Lu Ye didn't take the scriptwriter's warning seriously. Seeing Sang Ning remain silent, he assumed she was scared.
Remembering how Sang Ning had publicly embarrassed him in the waiting room earlier, he held a grudge and smiled even more brazenly: "Even a worm can become an actor for this show. Guess we're really open to anything, aren't we?"
"Hey, buddy, can you come with me to the dressing room?" Shen Yi walked over and wrapped an arm around the raving Lu Ye.
Lu Ye was baffled and shot him a glare: "What are you, a baby? Can't go by yourself?"
