Ding Yiyi disagreed with her remark, "I am only myself outside of work."

Qiubai was somewhat surprised. These words were the first time she heard them in front of an artist. She saw too many young people flying up the branches become arrogant and indifferent. She pulled at the corners of her mouth and kept smiling a little more sincerely.

"Let's go."

As soon as they got into the car, a car came face-to-face from the side. Ding Yiyi and the people in the back seat of the car had a face that she would never forget.

Her fists on both sides of her body were tight. Now she was...