Lin Sheng took out a piece of paper and handed it to Lin Miaomiao. The woman knew that it contained a very important shot of the junior sister in the later stage.
Lin Miaomiao stepped forward to take it and looked at it for a few more minutes.
She changed her stance, her eyes changing slightly, and said in a tone that brooked no argument: "From today on, I am the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"
"Pass on my order. All those involved in this rebellion will be forced to the bottom of the Cliff of Repentance and their cultivation will be abolished."
"Tianjian Sect, immediately activate the mountain protection formation. All disciples from each peak are prohibited from leaving for the next hundred years."
At this moment, her whole demeanor changed again. Her tone was steady and serious, establishing the image of a leader who was appointed in a time of crisis.
"Pa pa pa!" The woman wearing glasses, Wen Yue, the screenwriter of this drama, couldn't help but applaud. This was the little junior sister in her mind.
Seeing this, Lin Miaomiao smiled. Unlike the previous two performances, this was her own emotion.
“Thanks for the applause!”
The other two interviewers didn't say anything and let her leave the room. She was told to go home and wait for news, but she felt a little relieved.
According to the main plot, the person who applauded her should be the screenwriter of the crew. She expressed her appreciation so directly, which must be good news.
Lin Miaomiao thought about walking towards the elevator and going downstairs.
“Ding~”
When the elevator door opened, Lin Miaomiao met two acquaintances, Ruan Wan and her former agent Wang Jin.
She stepped aside to let two people go out first. Ruan Wan smiled with sunglasses on but didn't say anything, as if she appreciated her tact.
But Wang Jin, who was next to Ruan Wan, glanced at Lin Miaomiao and snorted coldly.
Lin Miaomiao smiled politely and didn't take Wang Jin's action to heart. She waited for the two to leave and got on the elevator and pressed the first floor button.
The floor number in the upper right corner of the elevator starts to move down.
"22, 21, 20..."
“Ding~”
The elevator stopped, the doors opened and a man walked in.
Lin Miaomiao looked at the person who came and saw that her eyebrows were slightly raised and the look in her deep eyes was unfathomable. The expression on her face froze.
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