If You Keep Talking Trash, I'll Kill You

Everyone was sweating like rain, while she appeared relaxed.

Her gaze no longer looked weak and delicate.

"Hey," Luo Xinguang spoke up. "Little Tang's filming will end tomorrow. Director Kang is planning to treat everyone to a meal. Do you want to go together?"

After completing her last lap, Song Yaoyao did some stretches.

When she heard this question, she turned her head. "What does that have to do with me?"

Her eyes sparkled magnificently.

Luo Xinguang choked and turned his head uncomfortably. "Ahem—"

"We see you wandering around on set all the time. Everyone knows that you're Director Kang's protege. Just wait, he's bound to invite you."

"Then, I'll just wait for Uncle Kang to say something.," Song Yaoyao said indifferently.

She stretched her leg, shook her arms, and waited for her muscles to relax. Just as she was about to lead the class back to their room to prepare for their exams...