Fu Hange was not without surprise when she heard the name Qi Shu.
She frowned slightly, turned her head to ask the makeup artist, "Qi Shu?"
The makeup artist was a man in his twenties who spoke in a soft, effeminate voice: "Yes, she's a new artist signed by Superstar Culture. They originally wanted to promote her, but apparently she's arrogant, so they left her out of the picture."
This information comes from inside the company. Apparently, Qi Shu claims to be Tang Yehuai's sister and is deliberately using this identity to put on airs.
As it turned out the two had different surnames, the superstar's people thought she was making things up to climb the ladder, and they became increasingly disgusted with her.
So let's take this opportunity to let her practice serving tea and water to others.
After listening, Fu Hange glanced at Tang Yehuai in the lounge outside. He was holding his phone and didn't notice her.
Soon, Qi Shu brought her the brewed coffee, his head bowed.
Although Fu Hange didn't like her, she couldn't bear to see her like this.
"Go home and don't go into the entertainment industry."
She spoke calmly, but to Qi Shu, it seemed as if she was humiliating her.
Is it just a matter of clearing one's name with a few photos? Is it just that one became famous before her?
Feeling resentful, she looked up at her with a cold smile and said, "You don't need to worry about my affairs."
With just those eyes, Fu Hange immediately understood what she was thinking.
Indeed, as Mrs. Tang said, she is beyond help. From the moment she lost her parents' guidance, this girl has been judging others according to her own dark mind.
She sighed softly and took the coffee from her hand: "Your brother is in the lounge, don't let him see you."
Qi Shu's expression changed slightly. Was it fear? Or helplessness?
Fu Hange was unaware of this. She turned her head and said to the makeup artist, "Please give me a simple makeup look."
"Okay, whatever you say."
The sound gave Fu Hange goosebumps.
Qi Shu left the dressing room.
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When the live stream started, Tang Yehua helped her straighten her clothes and whispered in her ear, "Don't answer questions you don't want to answer."
"It's not an interview, so there's nothing I'm unwilling to talk about. On the contrary, I'm very willing to talk about it."
She smiled slightly at Tang Yehuai, then sat down in front of the camera, signaling to the director that they could begin.
"Hello everyone, today I'd like to share with you something about a photo incident from many years ago."
Everyone recording below held their breath, not just the audience, but also the staff below were very excited.
She slowly explained, "There wasn't much to explain. These things in the entertainment industry only get worse the more you try to explain them. I didn't stand up back then because I believed that the truth would eventually come out, but I never expected that the truth would actually come out one day."
“People may say that my explanations here today are pretentious, but I want to say that no artist is 100% genuine, but what I say here today is absolutely true.”
She spoke of these things with a constant smile and remarkable composure, without trying to elicit sympathy or complaining.
Tang Yehua felt a pang of heartache looking at her current state. Who knew what she had gone through in the past five years?
In an instant, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared, from tens of thousands at the beginning to hundreds of thousands after ten minutes, and then to millions after fifteen minutes.
The director thoughtfully used a walkie-talkie to call out to the tea room: "Give her a cup of warm water."
The person backstage received the message and called out, "Qi Shu, bring a cup of warm water to the front of the stage."
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