"Feng Cheng, how can you say that about Aning? Aning works so hard at dance practice every day, we all see it."
"I'm just saying what's on all your minds. Stop pretending. They've gone far away; they can't hear it."
The group exchanged looks with a hint of awkwardness.
When it came to Rong Xianning, it was a lie to say there was no jealousy.
He was clearly the last to sign with the company, and he was also the youngest among them, yet President Ding seemed to have a special fondness for him.
Young people are unstable by nature; without the right guidance, they can easily go astray.
Still, their complaints were just talk to vent dissatisfaction. To act out of jealousy—none of them had the guts.
"Where have you been? Made me search everywhere." A woman in a red dress appeared. Her plump figure was voluptuous, her face painted with garish makeup, with sharp eyeliner curving upwards into a sarcastic arc that made her eyes look both harsh and piercing.
