Not long after, Yin Manqing left the villa.
Mu Yan recalled her words just now, always feeling that she had something left unsaid, and vaguely sensing an ominous premonition, as if something was about to happen.
Lunch was ready, but looking at the bland-colored dishes on the table, Mu Yan had little appetite.
She ate a couple of bites casually and then put down her chopsticks.
After returning to her room, she took out her phone and logged into Weibo, only to see that the fans were in an uproar, all cursing Jiang Jingheng as a jerk, standing up for her.
Mu Yan stared at her phone for a while, feeling that something was amiss.
Not to mention her status and reputation, but she just won Best Actress at Cannes, her popularity soaring, is she not better than a newcomer?
Even if the director wanted to use a newcomer, since they sent her an audition invitation, surely she was considered, so how could they not even give her an audition opportunity.
