Yu Xi looked at him, "You should take a look in the mirror. To think of asking you, I would rather never be an artist again, and I absolutely won't ask someone like you, not even once!"
"Heh... we'll see."
Wang Luo looked at her, still feeling that this young girl was too naive.
But it doesn't matter, she's young, so give her a hard time, and she'll know better.
Wang Luo first got up and angrily walked out.
Yu Xi watched him leave, took out her phone, and checked it.
The phone had been open, and she clicked on the recording page.
Inside, Wang Luo's acerbic voice played back immediately.
Who wouldn't keep a trump card for themselves?
Yu Xi knew that she really didn't have anything now. Compared to Zhou Yijing, compared to the studio, she was indeed like an ant, not even having the experience to navigate this circle.
But she was still prepared to break through and see.
She didn't know how the studio was going to deal with her.
