"Chu Yi," Bai Lin leaned against the door frame and said coldly, "It's a waste of your talent to win the Best New Actor Award. You're so good at making up stories, you should win the Best New Novelist Award."
Chu Yi was continuously mocked by Sheng Chuan and Bai Lin, but there were only three people here. The livestream was facing Sheng Chuan and Bai Lin, so the audience could not see Chu Yi's expression.
Therefore, the disgust on her face was almost undisguised, but her tone still sounded pitiful.
"Bai Lin-jie, I really don't have any ill intentions toward you. I really want to be friends with you, so I don't want anything to happen to you. You called a male guest to your room privately today. This—this shouldn't have happened!" Chu Yi said this in a very sincere tone. It seemed that she had already placed herself in the position of Bai Lin's close friend. Everything she said now was harsh but well-meaning.
