"This... are you okay, Ma'am? Did we make a mistake?"
Awakening from her thoughts, a wary expression appeared on the old woman's face. Reflecting on her place, the thought of how Zhang Fengxi was a famous artist throughout mainland China came to mind.
Gritting her teeth, the old woman unhesitatingly rejected Zhang Fengxi's wishes. Just imagining how she would let her precious daughter go away from the world of entertainment would make her entire relationship very sour.
"No. Mother can't accept it. After all, Fengxi, you're not really 30 years old. Mother wants you to survive for a few more years. When the time comes, your mother will find a suitable replacement like you."
The substitute in question was not Xiao Mei. On the contrary, the old woman already had several artist candidates who were much better than her daughter.
