As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mingxiao looked at Jian Yiyi affectionately. His gaze were too obvious. In front of these experienced entertainment reporters, it was impossible to fake it. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell at a glance that Wang Mingxiao was interested in Jian YIyi.
Jian Yiyi pretended not to know. When she heard this, she only smiled and shook her head. Then, she said to the reporters, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I've never thought about winning an award. Of course, if I can win it, I'll be very happy and cherish it. After all, it's an affirmation of my acting skills. However, I won't be discouraged if I can't win it. Afterall, 'Interweaving Night' is my debut work. There must be something immature and lacking. I'll continue to work hard!"
It was an extremely standard line, but Jian Yiyi's words made others feel she was very sincere. After all, what bad intentions could a seventeen-year-old girl have?
