Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“Hey—” Xia Rao called out, but Tang Xinrou had already run away.

“This child is so impetuous. How can I be at ease?” Mother Tang shook her head helplessly.

“She will grow up eventually.” Xia Rao’s legs were elegantly crossed as she lazily leaned against the sofa, “Besides, Sis, aren’t you looking down on me too much? I have been in the industry for so many years. Is It for nothing? If she wants to try, then let her try. If anyone dares to touch my niece, I will teach them a lesson!”

It was one’s nature to protect their own.

“Here it is!”

Tang Xinrou handed the first half of the script to Xia Rao. Looking at the state of the paper, it must have been flipped through multiple times, so it seemed like the original.

There were a lot of handwritten edits in this manuscript, but it didn’t affect the reading experience.

In fact, Xia Rao was engrossed in reading it.

As time passed, only Xia Rao and Tang Xinrou were left in the living room.

Tang Xinrou was playing a small game, carefully controlling the little figure to avoid monsters. While she was immersed in the game, she heard a “Cool!” She was shocked and quickly raised her head. “Auntie, what are you—”

[Game over!]

“Ahhh! Auntie, what are you doing! It wasn’t easy for me to get to the last level!”

In the end, all her efforts were in vain. She was disappointed and looked at Xia Rao with her cheeks puffed up.

Xia Rao chuckled, unable to hide her jealousy.

“Why didn’t I meet such a good friend in my early days? How many detours would I have avoided? I can’t believe she actually handed such a good script to you!”

“Pfff!” Tang Xinrou glared at her. “Are you still my biological Auntie? Are you looking down on me?”

“Yes, I am.”

Xia Rao flipped her hair and looked at her provocatively. “I happen to like this script too. Why don’t I go ask Yaoyao and see if she’s willing to give this role to me?”

“Eh? No way!!”

Tang Xinrou quickly snatched the script back and stuffed it into her arms. “Yaoyao said that she thought of me when she saw this role. She won’t give it to you!”

Seeing her vigilant expression, Xia Rao smiled disdainfully and flicked her forehead.

“Put it away, I’m just teasing you. It’s been a long time since I’ve filmed a television drama. It’s time-consuming, exhausting, and boring.”

She gathered her shawl. “Act well. I’ll introduce you to a teacher. Don’t let down Yaoyao’s trust in you.”

Tang Xinrou grinned and followed behind Xia Rao like a little tail. “Oh right, Auntie, with your experience, do you think this drama will be popular?”

Xia Rao stopped in her tracks and turned around with a faint smile. “Sometimes, whether it will be popular or not depends not on the script. It depends on whether the director and actors are good enough. Come on!”

She patted Tang Xinrou on the shoulder and sighed. “You’ve made a real friend…”

Tang Xinrou stood where she was and watched Xia Rao walk away. She was beaming with joy, as if she had been praised.

Of course, the friend she made was the best in the world!

…

“What? Manager?”

In a dessert shop, Tang Xinrou held a drink and nodded. “Yes, my Auntie said that a celebrity must have a manager. At the very least, an assistant is necessary.”

After saying that, she looked at Song Yaoyao, trying to get her opinion.

However, she saw the young girl holding her chin, fiddling with the straw in boredom as she focused on the small television hanging above the dessert shop.

“Yaoyao! Precious? What are you looking at! You’re so focused!”

“Hmmm? What did you say?”

Song Yaoyao reluctantly looked away from the television and turned back. “I didn’t hear you clearly just now.”