"... ..."
Song Yun looked at her, even though she was praising her with every word, why did it sound so unpleasant!
Lightly frowned, Song Yun smiled anew, "Miss Jian, can you lead ? To be honest, I’ve had a celebrity dream since childhood."
Really planning to debut, huh!
Jian Liangtong bit her lower lip, suddenly retreated two steps, and cheekily sized Song Yun up from head to toe. Finally, she lifted her eyes, grinning playfully at Song Yun, "Miss Song, you’re beautiful but..."
Song Yun’s eyelid twitched, "But, but what?"
Jian Liangtong crossed her arms, resting one hand on her chin, asked, "Miss Song, what can you do?"
Song Yun, "... ..." With her looks so high, does she need to know anything else?
With one look at her face, Jian Liangtong knew what she was thinking, resisting the urge to walk away, patiently asked, "Let put it this way, how’s Miss Song’s singing? How about acting? Is your variety show presence strong? It’s fine if you lack singing skills, acting, and variety sense, can you write cody sketches?"
Song Yun, "... ..." Isn’t beauty just enough?
Jian Liangtong pursed her lips tightly, suppressed a laughter, and tilted her head aside, happened to see Wen Sirou leaning softly against the body of a red Maserati, smirking leisurely while watching this side.
Jian Liangtong raised her eyebrows at her.
Wen Sirou then glanced down and smiled, who knows who’s playing whom between these two.
"Sirou?" Song Yun suddenly looked at Wen Sirou and spoke.
Jian Liangtong was taken aback, do these two... know each other?
Wen Sirou stood upright, glanced at Jian Liangtong, then fixed her gaze on Song Yun, walking this way as she said, "Tell , if Grandpa Song knew you wanted to enter the entertainnt industry, would he break your leg? Or simply kick you out of the Song Family?"
Song Yun’s face turned pale instantly, her lips trembled lightly as she stared at Wen Sirou with vigilance and fear.
Jian Liangtong observed Song Yun’s transformation keenly, pursed her lips, and remained silent.
Wen Sirou reached Jian Liangtong’s side, gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and looked smilingly at Song Yun’s pale face.
Song Yun opened her whitened lips, stared at Wen Sirou coldly smiling, "Are you warning or threatening ?"
"Do you think I’m warning or threatening?"
Wen Sirou spoke softly and gently, devoid of any emotion in her words, making it impossible to deduce her true intentions from her tone or phrasing.
Song Yun’s face turned somber, sarcastically looking at Wen Sirou, "Just a dog of the Song Family, acting superior in front of !"
Dog?
Jian Liangtong instinctively frowned, displeased while looking at Song Yun but didn’t speak.
Wen Sirou remained nonchalant as ever, slowly smiling, "Your embarrassed anger makes feel you are afraid, very afraid indeed."
"What am I afraid of?" Song Yun’s voice suddenly rose sharply.
Wen Sirou’s hand gradually slid down from Jian Liangtong’s shoulder along her arm, eventually holding Jian Liangtong’s hand.
Jian Liangtong’s brow twitched.
Not because her hand was being held by Wen Sirou, but because her palm and fingers were filled with calluses, quite rough, utterly contrasting her delicate appearance.
Jian Liangtong looked at Wen Sirou in mild astonishnt.
Wen Sirou noticed Jian Liangtong’s gaze, her hand gripping hers stiffened montarily and then released, smiling at her before turning her eyes to Song Yun, "I know you don’t truly wish to enter showbiz as a star, but whatever your purpose, I’m not interested.
Liang Tong is my friend, anyone tries to harm her or does anything against her, I won’t sit idly by. Song Yun, you know my temper, so you’d better heed my words."
"You’re threatening ?"
Song Yun exclaid excitedly.
Wen Sirou raised an eyebrow, "You’re welco to interpret it that way."
"Wen Sirou, who do you think you are? Your father is just my grandfather’s bodyguard, a servant of the Song Family, so are you. What right do you have to threaten ?" Song Yun pointed at her, coldly laughed.
Jian Liangtong witnessed the venomous smirk poisoning Song Yun’s face, a wave of nausea welled up within her, her little face slightly drooping.
Wen Sirou noticed the discomfort and disgust from Jian Liangtong, her eyes flickered lightly, spoke to her, "Let’s go."
"Hmm, let’s go."
Jian Liangtong nodded, indeed not wanting to stay any longer.
Watching Wen Sirou openly escort Jian Liangtong away right before her, Song Yun leaned forward, hands tightly clenched, grinding her teeth furiously, glaring with resentnt at Wen Sirou and Jian Liangtong’s backs, "Wen Sirou, I might as well tell you, the one I’m targeting next is Jian Liangtong!
Believe it or not, I’ll soon make sure she can’t survive in the entertainnt world."
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