Seeing that Nangong Jue had recovered, Le Yao finally had the mood to look into the person who harmed her.
The stage manager was already 40 years old this year. She sat there uneasily, but after so many days, she gave the same reason every time. She just couldn't stand Le Yao.
Le Yao looked at her. "Yu Fang, I've been filming for a total of two days. We don't have any interaction at all. What do you dislike about me?"
Yu Fang looked up at Le Yao and lowered her head. "I just hate you."
"Can you kill people just because you hate them?" Le Yao felt that her worldview had been shattered by the other party. "If that's the case, won't there be no one left in the world?"
Yu Fang lowered her head and did not speak.
"Your daughter's illness only needs 200,000 yuan. Is my life worth 200,000 yuan?" Le Yao's expression darkened. "If your daughter finds out in the future that you killed someone to save her, do you think she'll hate you?"
