A middle-aged woman with gold-rimmed glasses walked over to them. She touched her glasses and asked, "What are you guys arguing about here?"
Those who came for the interview immediately fell silent. There were too few spots, and they had to leave a good impression in front of the interviewers.
The middle-aged woman glanced around and then her gaze fell on An Hui's head. "What happened to your head?"
An Hui bit her lip and stole a glance at Tan Rou.
She still didn't dare to say that it was the girl in the black mask who hurt her head. The other party would not admit it. If they quarreled here, the people from Xinghe Entertainment would chase them out.
The middle-aged woman was a little unhappy. She said, "You know you're coming for an interview today. Why can't you be more careful? Now that your face is injured, how would I be able to judge your face?"
