Song Yaoyao just said a few words, and invited Luo Xingguang, the traffic boss who other directors tried their best, to invite away.
Pan Shiyu was amazed.
Thinking of Song Yaoyao's ability, he was only convinced. Pan Shiyu has been in the industry for many years. It can be said that he has spent most of his life in the entertainment industry, but he has never seen someone as talented as Song Yaoyao.
"Yaoyao, if there is a role that suits me, remember to leave it to me."
Tang Xinrou laughed loudly, "Isn't it? Teacher Pan, you are still short of acting? Don't you think that all the big directors ask you to act with scripts, and you don't act?"
"Oh," Pan Shiyu waved his hand, "It's different now, I'm getting old, I still hope that Yaoyao will give me a chance, so that I can earn milk powder money!"
"Yaoyao, what do you mean—huh? Where's Yaoyao?!"
In the dark corridor, Song Yaoyao suddenly stopped.
There, stood a woman wearing a mask and wrapped tightly, with a thin and dry figure.
"Song Jingwan."
"Hehehe, it's hard for you to recognize me."
Song Jingwan with a hoarse voice slowly took off her mask, "I didn't even dare to recognize my face when I looked in the mirror, but you actually recognized it just by looking at it."
"Song Yaoyao, you're scheming enough, I didn't realize it until now. I'm afraid Song Weiwei was also arranged by you? I don't know, what exactly are you planning!"
"how about you?"
Song Yaoyao thought it was funny, her curled eyelashes drooped slightly, and she looked down at Song Jingwan condescendingly, "It's not what you want me to leave the Song family? Why do you continue to target me? Hmm?"
Song Jingwan opened her mouth, "Would you believe me if I said that I'm out of control?"
"Oh, believe me."
Song Yaoyao turned around and left. After confirming that it was Song Jingwan, she suddenly lost interest.
"Great!!"
Song Jingwan called her to stop abruptly, and she stepped forward in twos and twos, firmly grasping Song Yaoyao's wrist, "I beg you, please? Give me the antidote! I swear, from now on, I will never mess with you again." You! If you are not happy, just slap me a few times to vent your anger, and I promise not to fight back, okay? "
"You let go first."
"I don't want it!!" Song Jingwan couldn't stand her face at all, and occasionally a car light shone into the dim corridor, reflecting half of Song Jingwan's side face. Her skin was saggy and blotchy, like a young girl who had been drained overnight and turned into an old woman.
"I beg you! Can't I kneel down and beg you? I really know I was wrong, please let me go!!"
She finally realized that she couldn't play Song Yaoyao at all.
She doesn't have to do anything herself, she just needs to sit in the back and point out Jiangshan, and countless people can solve the matter for her.
"Tut—"
Song Yaoyao rubbed her face, gently squeezed her fingers, only heard a slight 'click', and Song Jingwan let out a cry of pain.
Her finger was hanging in an abnormal position, obviously broken.
"Where did I do something wrong, making you think I'm some sort of Holy Mother?"
She leaned over slowly and patted Song Jingwan's cheek.
"You think that's all? No, it's not over yet."
"No!!"
Hatred shot out of Song Jingwan's eyes, she admitted that even if she realized that she couldn't beat Song Yaoyao, she still couldn't really feel guilty towards Song Yaoyao. She apologized only because she wanted to get the antidote from Song Yaoyao.
"Aren't I miserable enough now? What do you want?"