Why bother being Qin Miaomiao? She is just fine on her own.
Turning to leave, Mo Wenwan was startled.
Su Lan silently stood over Mo Wenwan, her eyes deep and inscrutable.
Seeing Su Lan, Mo Wenwan's heart raced—she hadn't lost yet and still had a trump card to play against Qin Miaomiao.
Watching Mo Wenwan come over in a daze, more ghostly than a phantom, Su Lan wouldn't remind her, merely observing coldly. Su Lan had known for a long time that Mo Wenwan was no match for Qin Miaomiao, but she didn't expect Mo Wenwan to be this vulnerable.
In previous new movie marketing battles, Mo Wenwan clearly had the upper hand, yet she managed to botch it. Su Lan believed, while silently acknowledging Mo Wenwan as talented, that Qin Miaomiao was probably laughing at her.
The two women stared silently at each other, their thoughts diverging.
Both knowing it's unseemly to stand on the street, they headed to a nearby instant coffee shop to sit.
