Doubting Life

"Senior, come sit here. It's shaded and cooler here." Han Yan gave up his seat.

Surrounded by a few people, Shen Fei frowned, obviously unhappy.

She was a veteran in the industry.

How could she not know that these juniors were fawning over her?

Perhaps other elders liked this. They liked it when the younger generation supported them and treated them respectfully.

But she didn't like it.

She hated this way of interaction.

To her, everyone in the vehicle was equal. She hoped that others could treat her normally.

Shen Fei's gaze went past them and landed on Qiao Mianmian, who was sitting in the last row, and Zhan Bo, who seemed to be asleep.

Qiao Mianmian looked at her and nodded. "Sister Shen."

She didn't say anything else.

She lowered her head and continued reading her script.