Wu Yuxuan chuckled, while Chen Lin, thoroughly amused, continued scrolling through the comments.
"Okay, okay, fine," she said, waving a hand. "I'll stop replying. For now."
Li Wei groaned. "For now?"
"Well, yeah. Can't waste all my best material in one go."
Li Wei exhaled sharply, trying to rein in his frustration. "Chen Lin, listen to me. Your replies… they're completely out of your image. This isn't you."
Chen Lin rolled her eyes, leaning back against the seat. "I think I would know who I am, Manager Li."
"That's not what I mean," he snapped, voice taut with exasperation. "You built your reputation as the film goddess—elegant, untouchable, refined. But what you're doing now? It's reckless. It's far from the image we've worked so hard to maintain."
The car fell into silence.
Wu Yuxuan, who had been silently driving, glanced at Chen Lin through the rearview mirror, expecting another sharp retort. But for the first time since the call started, she didn't immediately respond.
