Yue Qingqing frowned.
She stood by the wall, and if Zhang Caidie had originally intended to push her forcefully, she was aiming to push her towards the decorative painting on the wall.
The picture frame was engraved with a metal relief, featuring a sharp little angle at the bottom for decoration.
If Yue Qingqing had collided with it unawares, her face would certainly have been injured, perhaps even disfigured.
So many years had passed, and yet Zhang Caidie still had the same temperament.
There was no deep-seated grudge between the two, yet she always bullied others with a kind of almost naive malice.
"Why?" Yue Qingqing truly couldn't understand the reason.
Zhang Caidie stared at Yue Qingqing contemptuously, "I don't want to appear on the same program as you. You, who is hardly known, what right do you have to stand beside me?"
With just a week left until the filming, if Yue Qingqing had her face ruined or was injured, there was no way she could appear on the program.
