'You two ladies out there, is it really okay to be talking like that so brazenly right outside my dressing room door?'
'If you think I can't hear you through this shoddy soundproofing, you must be idiots. But if you're deliberately letting me hear you, setting a trap for me, and I actually fall for it... well, then I'd be the one with rocks in my head.'
This kind of talk was all too common in the industry. If Chu Yao, who had been in the business for several years, were to let a few bits of idle gossip get to her, you'd be seriously underestimating her.
Chu Yao ignored the chatter from the doorway and instead reached out to soothe He Qiao. "There, there, my dear Naihe Bridge. Don't be angry. Let's just eat."
He Qiao was speechless. 'Me, angry? I'm clearly indignant on her behalf, okay?'
'How did I end up being the one who needs comforting?'
"Sister Yaoyao, you can't always let people walk all over you like this."
