Seeing that, Song Chuyi also felt a little regretful. Was he too straightforward? Just as he wanted to comfort her, Changqing suddenly said, "Forget it. If I'm not shooting the drama, so be it. Maybe I'm just not fated to be a celebrity."
"…" the corners of Song Chuyi's lips twitched. "You're being really lighthearted about it."
"There's no choice." Changqing sighed. "The year I took the university entrance exam, my Dad went to the fortune teller and he said I shouldn't apply for film and performance school and that I had no hopes of becoming popular. I didn't buy it and insisted on applying. Looks like the fortune teller was right."
"You even believe that?" Song Chuyi felt like he couldn't carry on this conversation as his IQ would be dragged down by her. He switched on the television instead.
Changqing slid over. "Can we watch 'Descendents of the Sun'?"