The awards ceremony was more than halfway through, and Jiang Mian was feeling a bit tired, so she made up an excuse to go sit in the backstage rest area for a while.
"You see, they're all praising you, saying things like 'A fairy descending to earth', 'Don't play your gender card too restrictively.'"
Luo Ting followed Jiang Mian to the rest area, holding her phone ever since they arrived and never putting it down.
"Moreover, I just got several magazine shoot offers, and some production companies are starting to send you scripts."
Jiang Mian's lush lashes lowered, and her slender, fair fingertips touched the soft white pearls on her neck.
I need to schedule a hand treatment in a few days; I feel like all that crawling and tumbling in the army roughened them up quite a bit.
"Jiang Mian?"
"..."
"Jiang Mian!"
Jiang Mian snapped back to reality and glanced at her agent, "Could you calm down for a bit? My face is going to freeze up from pretending all night."
