"You acted very well."

"Thank you." Jiang Hua nodded, but her expression was indifferent, and she tilted her head back as if victory was assured.

Jiang Shiwan clenched her somewhat pale fingers: "My sister and I have made a fool of ourselves in front of you, Director."

"No, no, no." The director waved his hands repeatedly, quickly glanced at Jiang Shiwan, and then fixed his gaze on Jiang Hua, his eyes burning as if he were looking at his most precious treasure.

"You all acted very well, especially you, Jiang Hua. You were great, you acted very well. You won this competition. You completely defeated Jiang Shiwan. I am very happy to have a leading lady like you to support my TV series."

He was extremely excited, his face flushed, and he reached out to shake hands with Jiang Hua.

Jiang Hua did it perfunctorily and quickly let go of his hand.

But the director didn't care at all; he was still excited and seemed to be trying to please Jiang Hua.

Jiang Shiwan, standing to the side, was in a bad mood. Her face was extremely ugly. She had only said that she would lose as a polite remark, but she did not expect to actually lose. She was furious, but what angered her even more was that she was left out after losing, while Jiang Hua was warmly invited. How could she not be angry? Wasn't this a blatant slap in his face?

She clenched her fists, her nails seemingly digging into her palms. Although she lost the lead role, she told the director that even if she lost, she would still get a supporting role, and she would even be paid to join the production.

But this is not what she is happy about. All of this was paid for by Jiang Shiwan herself, so what pleasure could it give her? What she wants is the pleasure of defeating Jiang Hua, not the current result.