Xia Qinghuan's words had a deeper meaning. It sounded like a piece of advice, but she would not say it to Jian Yiyi's face. Even if she did, Jian Yiyi might not listen.
Jian Ai knew what Xia Qinghuan meant. Jian Yiyi was only fifteen years old, but her thoughts were already much more complicated than her peers. She was an ambitious person who lived under her disguise all year round. Over time, she would probably be imperceptibly assimilated. In the end, she probably couldn't tell which was the real her.
In the entertainment circle, every artist's strengths and weaknesses would be magnified infinitely under the camera. If Jian Yiyi revealed any flaws, she would become a time bomb that would destroy herself.
She had the potential and capital to become famous, but how long she could remain famous in the end depended on Jian Yiyi's future.
On the other side, Jian Yiyi was eating with her parents.
