Chen Lin had long since decided—if they insisted on asking dumb questions, she'd give them even dumber answers.
Another reporter hesitated, clearly aware of the danger zone they were stepping into but unable to resist. "Chen Lin, some people say you don't suit ancient dramas at all. Your modern look and aura are too strong—what do you think about that?"
Chen Lin blinked, then let out a soft, thoughtful hum. "You're right. I should've told the director that I was born in the wrong dynasty. Such a shame, really."
She sighed dramatically, then added with complete sincerity, "Maybe in my next life, I'll try to be reincarnated in the Tang or Ming era so I can get method acting just right."
Silence. Then, chaos.
Mei Xuan actually choked on her water.
Ji Yuhan ended up grabbing the mineral water on the table to hide his smirk.
Even the director, who had been watching the press conference unfold with mild amusement, rubbed his temples like he was reconsidering all his life choices.
