Lei Xuan: “…Did Shen Fangli put arsenic on her mouth today?”
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Yan Xianjue threw the towel he had just taken off directly at Lei Xuan.
When Lei Xuan was in school, he was often pelted with chalk by his teacher because he wrote novels in class, so he developed the ability to dodge.
"I didn't hit it!"
Yan Xianjue reminded him: "...look back?"
Lei Xuan turned around and saw Ji Xi, who was sitting not far behind him, with a towel on his head, looking at him grimly.
Lei Xuan quickly stood up and took the towel from his head in an attempt to destroy the evidence.
He changed the subject and said, "Why are you still discriminating against people based on their academic qualifications in the entertainment industry? I'm telling you, if you keep doing this, we won't be able to find actors in the future."
Ji Xi said coldly: "It doesn't matter. The artists in our studio not only discriminate against their academic qualifications, but also have to undergo ideological and moral assessments every year."
"All the artists poached from Tourmaline signed a moral guarantee."
Lei Xuan: “???”
Lei Xuan was shocked: "What the hell?"
"You didn't mention this when I signed the contract."
Ji Xi: "Oh, that's probably because the boss thinks the worst thing you can do is put a kitten in a tree."
Ji Xi retaliated briefly, but when he saw that Lei Xuan was so frustrated that he couldn't find any words to refute, he stopped talking.
He mentioned the director: "If he contacts you again, tell him to contact me directly."
Ji Xi smiled sarcastically: "He may think you are easier to talk to."
Lei Xuan: "...I've never heard such an outrageous comment in my life."
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