Qiao Shishi glanced at Zhao Yue warily. "What is it?"
Zhao Yue's eyes shifted, her manner even more ingratiating as she massaged Qiao Shishi's shoulders. "Could you, perhaps, speak to President Yu for me and get me more scenes? Right now, I don't even have a line, I just stand there."
Qiao Shishi's gaze was ice-cold as she sized up Zhao Yue.
Zhao Yue felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny, her smile growing more and more guilty. "If it's not possible, then forget it."
"..." Qiao Shishi said nothing.
Zhao Yue continued massaging Qiao Shishi. "Actually, I don't necessarily need to act or have lines. But if I could say a few words here, my income might be a bit higher. The weather is turning cold again in a few days, and I need to buy some clothes."
Qiao Shishi waved her hand away. "Enough, you're making me sore."
Zhao Yue hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, Shishi, I didn't mean to."