"Hey—" Xia Rao yelled, but Tang Xinrou had already run away.
"This child is so frizzy, how can I rest assured?" Mother Tang shook her head helplessly.
"I'll grow up." Xia Rao folded her legs gracefully, and leaned lazily on the sofa, "Besides, sister, are you underestimating me? I've been in the circle for so many years, and I'm a fool? Let her break in if she wants to, but if she dares to touch my niece, Xia Rao, I'll see if they have eyes!"
It is their nature to protect their weaknesses.
"Here, this is it!"
Tang Xinrou handed the first half of the script to Xia Rao. Looking at how old it was, the one that had been torn apart should be the original.
There are many traces of revisions in this manuscript, but it does not affect viewing.
Seeing this, Xia Rao was fascinated.
Over time, only Xia Rao and Tang Xinrou were left in the living room.
Tang Xinrou was playing a small game, carefully manipulating the little figure to avoid monsters, her spirit was tense! Suddenly heard a "cool"! She was startled, and quickly raised her head, "Auntie, what are you doing—"
game over!
"Ah! Auntie, what are you doing! I finally made it to the last level!"
In the end, she fell short, she put down her phone in disappointment, and looked at Xia Rao with her cheeks puffed out angrily.
Xia Rao snorted, unable to hide her sourness.
"Why didn't I meet such a good friend back then?" Otherwise, how many detours would have been avoided? "Such a good script, she actually gave it to you?"
"Pfft!!" Tang Xinrou stared, "Are you still my aunt? Do you just look down on me like that?"
"yes."
Xia Rao flicked her hair, and looked at her coquettishly, "It just so happens that I like this script quite a bit, how about I ask Yaoyao if she would like to give me this role?"
"Eh? No!!"
Tang Xinrou hurriedly snatched the script back and put it in her arms, "Yaoyao said she thought of me when she saw this character, so she won't give it to you!"
Seeing her vigilant little expression, Xia Rao smiled disdainfully, and flicked her forehead with her fingers.
"Put it away, just to tease you. Your aunt and I haven't filmed a TV series for a long time. It's time-consuming and labor-intensive. It's boring."
She closed her shawl, "Act well, I'll introduce you to a teacher, don't disappoint Yaoyao's trust in you."
Tang Xinrou grinned, and followed Tang Xinrou like a little tail, "By the way, auntie, based on your experience, do you think our drama will be popular?"
Xia Rao paused, and turned around with a half-smile, "Whether you can be popular or not, sometimes depends not on the script, but on the director and the actors. Come on!"
She patted Tang Xinrou on the shoulder and said with emotion, "You have made a real friend—"
Tang Xinrou stood where she was, watching Xia Rao walk away. He was beaming with joy, as if he had been praised.
That is, the friends she made were of course the best in the world!
"What? Broker?"
In a dessert shop, Tang Xinrou nodded while holding a drink, "Yes, what my aunt said, how can one be a celebrity without a manager? No matter how bad it is, you have to hire an assistant, right?"
After speaking, she looked at Song Yaoyao, trying to ask for her opinion.
But I saw the girl holding her chin, stirring the straw in boredom, and focused on the small TV hanging above the dessert shop.
"Yoyoo! My baby? What are you looking at! So focused!"
"Huh? What did you say?"
Song Yaoyao reluctantly looked away from the TV, turned around, "I didn't hear clearly just now."