Ding Jia Ning, bearing a body full of scars, returned to the agency, wanting to explain the reason.
Unexpectedly, what awaited her was—
"This is the latest movie, prepare well for it." The agent threw the script directly at her.
Ding Jia Ning's eyes lit up with joy; she had come ready for the company to shelve her, not expecting that they hadn't given up on her.
Excitedly, she picked up the script to take a look, and incredulously said, "Isn't this a Category III film? Did you pick the wrong one?"
The agent sneered, "No mistake, it's this one."
"I won't act in this, wasn't there a youth idol drama script? Can I do that instead?" Ding Jia Ning said with a very good attitude.
The agent said disdainfully, "Do you think you still have a choice? Don't be naive! Is there any difference whether you act in it or not? You've already slept with someone in front of so many people, so what's there to pretend about?"
