Jiang Wei sat in front of the makeup mirror and gave her a meaningful smile, "Long time no see, congratulations to you both."
Huaiyi lowered her gaze slightly, her face a bit flushed, "Thank you."
"Oh, isn't this that someone?"
With a tone that was sharp and cutting, plus that piercing voice, Huaiyi found it deeply memorable. Without turning to look, she knew it was Zhang Yuan.
Out of politeness, Huaiyi still nodded and smiled at her.
Zhang Yuan walked in from the door wearing a black cocktail dress, her slightly curly long hair yet to be styled, hanging disorderly over her shoulders. She sat in front of the makeup mirror, glanced dismissively at Huaiyi standing beside her, and asked, "What? You're here for the film festival too?"
Huaiyi pulled at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile, "No."
"Makes sense," she sneered, covering her mouth with disdain, "It's not like you can attend just by relying on someone or the other..."
