Jing Yiren felt increasingly unwell after resting for half an hour, suffering from a discomforting heat all over her body.
The slightly drunk director sitting on the sofa, Zheng Peipei leaned into his ear and whispered.
"Director, after this ends, come to room 602, I have a surprise for you!" Saying this, Zheng Peipei secretly slipped a room card into the director's hand.
These unwritten rules of the entertainment industry were nothing new to the director.
The director realized Zheng Peipei was implying for him to give her preferential treatment in the future.
In a drunken haze, the director laughed and subtly pocketed the room card.
"Peipei! You're really thoughtful! In this circle, only you are the most capable, no wonder you rose to fame so quickly!"
"Not at all! Director, you really know how to compliment someone!" Zheng Peipei cooed flirtatiously at the director.
Jing Yiren felt physically unwell, suffering from both burning heat and a limp body.
