"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.
