"I'm not afraid of it malfunctioning. It's just that in the first two years of my career, I filmed a horror movie that still hasn't been aired. That movie had a lot of scary scenes, all of which took place in this not-so-new elevator. I'm a bit traumatized and afraid."

"Brother Yi Yu, it's not easy for you to earn this money."

"Alas, money is hard to come by and the face is hard to come by. In the first few years, I was pushing my limits almost every day. I played all kinds of roles, from small supporting roles to the most impressive supporting roles. I also worked as a stagehand and did odd jobs on the crew. Anyway, the most important thing is to participate in the experience. As long as there is something to do, anything is fine."

"Then why don't you participate in variety shows? Isn't that also a job?"

Jiang Yiyu leaned against the handrail of the stairs, took a deep breath, and said, "Variety shows are reserved for people with good personalities. I have a bad personality and am not likable. I won't join in the fun."

"Who said you have a bad personality? If you have a bad personality, who in this world would have a good personality?"

Jiang Yiyu smiled, took three steps at a time, and walked to Song Shengsheng's side. He reached out and rubbed her head, saying, "That's for you. How dare I be bad-tempered?" He raised his head through the gap between the handrails, looked up, and sighed, "Why does it feel like I'm never going to finish climbing this staircase?"

Song Shengsheng also sighed: "It's because the building is high and the elevator is always broken, so I don't like coming to her place."

"The elevator is always broken?" Jiang Yiyu frowned and looked at her: "The elevator is always broken, and you just asked me to take the elevator? My goodness, you are sincere!"

Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "I was just worried that you couldn't climb, so I gave you a suggestion."

Jiang Yiyu rubbed her head again: "Anyway, you are always right."

The two of them chatted with each other and finally climbed to the seventh floor. Song Shengsheng knocked on the door and waited for two or three minutes. She heard hurried footsteps coming from the room, and then the door opened.

Su Bei glanced behind her and said with a smile, "Hey! Mr. Jiang, long time no see!"

"Long time no see, mother-in-law."

After entering, Su Bei watched Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu change into slippers, and then hurriedly called them to the bathroom to wash their hands. As soon as Jiang Yiyu entered, he saw a plastic basin on the washstand with a shower head in it. He asked Su Bei, "Mother-in-law, is your water pipe broken? Do you need to wash your hands with the shower head?"

Su Bei leaned against the door frame and nodded helplessly: "Yes, it broke yesterday, and I haven't had time to find someone to fix it yet."

Jiang Yiyu washed his hands under the shower and moved aside to make room for Song Shengsheng: "If you have any tools at home, I can help you check them later."

"Alright, I didn't expect Emperor Jiang to have this skill!"