"Bang, bang, An Cheng, open the door for me! My sister drank a lot of alcohol today, and she'll make a fortune tomorrow."
The drunken, madwoman, as she spoke, turned around in a daze and said:
"If you flatter me today, you'll benefit from it tomorrow."
The other three people at the door exchanged glances, their disdain for her barely concealed.
One person thought to himself: Is he just some unknown extra?
The second person thought: I'm a female anchor, and yesterday my male fans gave me a lot of gifts.
The third person was the one who went to act with the female drunkard; she wasn't as good-looking as this person.
She thought to herself: I have a great figure, but my face isn't particularly beautiful, otherwise the producer would definitely look at me.
"Yes, yes, yes, you are the best, we all rely on you," the three said in unison.
"An Cheng, did you hear that? They're all looking up at me. Open the door right now, or you'll die."
As the female drunkard spoke, she shook her head, scratched her hair, and pinched her face. She had been heavily made up with cheap cosmetics, and the powder scattered on the ground when she touched it, making her look like a ghost.
The other three quickly covered their mouths, secretly delighted, and arrogantly took out their phones to take pictures.
They all reeked of cheap perfume, and their powder had all dissipated, but all they could see was the drunkard's ugliness.
This is just looking in the mirror; it's true that people are ugly but don't even realize it.
They were laughing and joking, unaware that the door had already opened. Just as they were about to scold An Cheng, they stopped themselves, gritted their teeth, and went inside.
"Hey, can you smell something? It smells like a self-service hot pot."
The female anchor exaggeratedly pinched her nose; if you didn't know better, you'd think her nose was real.
"An Cheng, are you still eating these things? I brought you some snacks from the restaurant."
The person with the drunkard took out some pastries that were already in terrible condition from a cheap bag and placed them on An Cheng's table as a form of charity.
"Lu Xuewei, you've really gone too far, are you trying to make us laugh to death?"
The three of them looked up at An Cheng again and burst into laughter, their bright red mouths gaping open like those of demons.
Lu Xuewei touched her head in embarrassment and said cutely, "Oh dear, I took it secretly too."
They were all in the same predicament, yet they all tried to belittle and elevate each other, refusing to stick together for mutual support. An Cheng looked at the four of them indifferently.
After playing around for a while, the four of them finally calmed down, their heads starting to ache from drinking, and they listlessly went to wash up and remove their makeup.
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