Qiao Shishi stood in the center of the dormitory, looked around, and then pointed at An Ning's bed. "I want to live here, move over."
An Ning frowned. "Sorry, I like it too, I can't give it to you."
If the request had been made politely, she might have considered it.
But with such arrogance and such a domineering attitude, there was no way she would demean herself.
Qiao Shishi, frustrated, said, "An Ning, don't think you're something special just because you're the lead actor. Do you know who my father is?"
An Ning smiled. "I've heard a bit about him."
Qiao Shishi's father was in charge of this training camp, and the camp was one of Yu Jingchen's business ventures.
Psh, what an embarrassment.
Qiao Shishi raised an eyebrow. "Since you know who my father is, why don't you hurry up and give me the bed spot?"
"I've said it, I won't move," An Ning climbed onto the bed and fit the quilt into the army green duvet cover.