Following on for quite some time, Song Xin's jobs did not run as smoothly as she hoped. She either didn't get many shots in front of the camera, or she was disregarded on the side.
If it was just once or twice, she may have ignored it, but, after missing so many opportunities, she began to suspect that someone was manipulating things behind-the-scenes.
"It's already late. Why are you still sitting here?" Duan Jinghong spotted Song Xin smoking on the balcony and quickly pulled out an ashtray for her.
"Haven't you noticed that my jobs haven't been going well lately?"
"I haven't noticed anything major," Duan Jinghong replied. Song Xin was still appearing on TV programmes and her schedule was still packed full. The only issue was the result wasn't always ideal.
"I keep feeling like Hai Rui is deliberately suppressing me," Song Xin said as she looked into the distance.
"That couldn't be. Hai Rui has no reason to do that."
