Although their heights were similar, and their eye levels should have been similar too, Han Seo Ah was clearly looking down at Yeo Woon. Han Seo Ah gave a small laugh and added.

“I can’t, as you know. But if I let it go this time, they might ask me to do it again.”
Han Seo Ah raised her hand and brushed Yeo Woon’s shoulder. As her cold hand slightly grazed her neck, Yeo Woon felt goosebumps all over. Han Seo Ah, who had brushed Yeo Woon’s shoulder a few times, smiled beautifully and spoke.

“You understand what I’m saying, right? Anyway, thank you.”
After finishing her words, Han Seo Ah turned around and headed towards the filming site. Yeo Woon, dumbfounded, let out a hollow laugh.

Did she just have a fight with the PD?

Even though the showbiz industry is glamorous, how could she behave like that?

Shaking her head at Han Seo Ah’s audacity, Yeo Woon headed towards the filming site. On arriving, the shooting preparations were in full swing. The atmosphere was a bit tense.

Yeo Woon, standing in front of the karaoke machine, was contemplating which song would make a good scene, eventually inputting the most exciting songs into the karaoke machine.

With each song Yeo Woon reserved, the focus of the staff on the set increased and the previously stiff atmosphere eased slightly.

“Hmm. We’ll continue shooting in one take, so just act naturally. Anyway, it’s not a long shot.”
At the grumpy PD’s words, still seemingly angry, Yeo Woon nodded and pressed the start button on the karaoke machine.

Start off lightly?

With the first song, Yeo Woon sang a series of songs, as if she was really in a karaoke room. And she danced as if her life depended on it.

“Cut. Okay.”
The staff present on the set applauded for Yeo Woon, who had danced her heart out.

As Yeo Woon wiped the sweat from her forehead, laughing off the staff’s muttering about having to go to karaoke with her at the next company dinner, Han Seo Ah also stood somewhat tired, as if she had been dancing somewhere in the frame.

Fortunately, today’s shooting ended with this.

Upon arriving home, Yeo Woon, utterly exhausted, collapsed on the sofa. The day’s events left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. Han Seo Ah’s behavior, in particular, was somewhat shocking to Yeo Woon.

A fight with the PD. Do top stars go to such lengths for their image?

Yeo Woon shuddered as Han Seo Ah’s brazen expression came to mind. No matter how famous she became, she never wanted to be like that.

If you’re an actor, of course, you have to do whatever it takes. What can’t you do?

In that sense, Yeo Woon wanted to pat herself on the back for acting her heart out that day. Just as she was about to feel proud, her phone vibrated.

Who could it be at this hour?

Yeo Woon picked up her phone. The caller was Seol Ji Oh.

[Would you like to audition? There’s a role that would suit you.] An audition?

Yeo Woon’s eyes sparkled as she sprang up from her seat. For Yeo Woon, who was working alone without an agency, even this audition opportunity was precious.

Yeo Woon, surprised and intrigued that Seol Ji Oh had contacted her, typed her response.

[Sure!] [Okay. I’ll forward your number. The person in charge will contact you.] [Thank you! Have a good night!] Yeo Woon stared at the message window. The words “a role that would suit you” caught her eye.

I wonder what role would suit me.

Could Seol Ji Oh possibly have seen my acting?

Yeo Woon lay back down on the sofa. Imagining Seol Ji Oh watching her acting, she felt a strange tension. I wonder what side of me Seol Ji Oh saw to recommend this role.

With her phone clutched tightly against her chest, a gentle smile spread across Yeo Woon’s face as she imagined this role, that role.

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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.

Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.

The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”

When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…

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