A Placenta Brain

Amidst all kinds of high-profile and gorgeous gowns, Lin Wanwan, who was wearing this simple gown, was like a lily among the brilliant purples and reds.

Her light was not dampened by the colors that seemed to pale in comparison. Instead, her refined beauty was enhanced.

"Wanwan, here!"

Jiang Zhiming waved his hands. Lin Wanwan was about to walk over when someone intercepted her out of nowhere.

"Lin Wanwan, we meet again."

Qin Xiangyu, who wore a silver fishtail skirt, displayed a trace of pureness amidst her sexiness. She had a smile on her face, but the words she said were ridden with sarcasm.

"Although you have failed this time around, you don't have to be discouraged. After all, you're still young. As long as you're willing to hone your acting skills, you might be able to succeed in three to five years' time."

Luo Nanxi, who was sitting on a high stool not too far away, rolled her eyes. The contempt behind it was clear.