"I, I don’t rely on my body to make a living..."
Wang Xiaoxiao couldn’t help herself, instinctively retorting.
In her own perception, she was a "musician", even if sometimes she wore clothes that revealed her figure, it was because of the company’s image design requirements. So she was somewhat repulsed by Miss Xiao Cheng comparing herself with her.
This involved a "contempt chain" issue.
In the end, Wang Xiaoxiao also looked down on social media influencers like Miss Xiao Cheng, who got ahead by "marketing seduction."
More interestingly, Miss Xiao Cheng did have ten million followers, yet she was still sitting in a public dressing room, getting the same treatment as regular influencers with five million followers...
Wang Xiaoxiao’s rebuttal made Miss Xiao Cheng sense something different. Being a bit sensitive already, she suddenly threw down the small brush in her hand and questioned Wang Xiaoxiao:
"Wang Xiaoxiao, what do you mean by that sentence, who are you being sarcastic to, if you have an issue with me, you can just say it!"
Her voice was loud, instantly drawing the surprised attention of all the influencers in the dressing room.
"I, I didn’t..."
Faced with Miss Xiao Cheng’s challenge, Wang Xiaoxiao didn’t know how to explain and just waved her hand in panic.
"You didn’t? Then why did you say that, who were you implying?"
Miss Xiao Cheng sneered, "And ’you don’t rely on your body to make a living’? If you don’t rely on your body, why choose such a contradictory screen name, ’Xiaoxiao’, when you’re obviously not that ’small’, isn’t it just to attract attention? Do you think others don’t notice your little scheme?"
As she spoke, Miss Xiao Cheng even reached out to grab Wang Xiaoxiao’s clothes.
"Enough!"
As Hua Suisui and Endme ran over to help, and Wang Xiaoxiao’s eyes were already red, Lin Dantong frowned and promptly stopped this farce.
"Hmph, a bitch is just being pretentious!"
Miss Xiao Cheng didn’t cause any more trouble, just snorted softly, stood up, grabbed her LV bag, and left directly.
Wang Xiaoxiao eventually couldn’t hold back, and tears streamed down her face.
"Stop looking, the closed-door meeting starts in twenty minutes, are you all prepared?"
Seeing that the girls were still frequently glancing over, Lin Dantong looked around and said.
The dressing room then returned to a superficial harmony. Lin Dantong’s gaze finally fell on the sobbing Wang Xiaoxiao, but she didn’t walk over, just shook her head slightly and then turned to leave.
Elsewhere, Taozi, Endme, and Hua Suisui gathered around Wang Xiaoxiao, softly comforting her.
"I’m, I’m okay... thank you."
Having weathered quite a few storms, the emotionally upset Wang Xiaoxiao quickly pulled herself together. She forced a smile and explained:
"Actually, it’s not just because of what Miss Xiao Cheng said, mainly I had a big fight with Sister Yan before, the pressure has been too much these days..."
"Hey, I saw it."
Taozi said somewhat awkwardly.
"Yeah, I saw you too..."
Wang Xiaoxiao, recalling their eye contact through the door crack, casually asked, "Was that Zhou Wang next to you then?"
"Eh, you know Mr. Zhou too?"
Taozi was immediately surprised.
"What, Zhou Wang is at Wuyou?"
Endme and Hua Suisui were both shocked, but Hua Suisui reacted even more, her eyes instantly brightening up.
"Ah, so you all know Mr. Zhou... He’s a guest of Mr. Zhang, it was Mr. Zhang who asked me to show him around the company."
Taozi, despite being surprised, explained, "As for now, I don’t know if he’s gone, that was already an hour ago."
"During the company tour, did Mr. Zhang not show up himself?" Wang Xiaoxiao seemed to ask as confirmation.
"He didn’t, but..."
"But what?" Endme curiously asked.
"Never mind, it’s nothing."
After hesitating, Taozi shook her head, as it was purely her speculation, she didn’t know how to articulate it.
"Xiaoxiao, I think I overheard something about you arguing with your manager because of the Wuyou Night performance slot?"
At this moment, Taozi seemed to remember something and asked.
"Yeah, sort of... My manager thinks I wasted a golden opportunity, that I could have ’pleased’ Mr. Zheng."
Wang Xiaoxiao said self-deprecatingly, even placing heavy emphasis on the word "pleased."
Hua Suisui, the only one who knew the full story, could only sigh at this point, unsure of what to say.
However, Taozi’s focus was clearly not on this. She merely thought for a moment, and then with a sly smile, she leaned in slightly, "I don’t know if this news will cheer you up in advance, but you might want to consider it..."
"What news?"
All the girls’ attention was drawn over.
"Umm... Yesterday, when I was hanging out in Mr. Zhang’s office, I accidentally saw a document he left on the tea table. It was the Wuyou Night program shortlist, and all our names were on it..."
Taozi spoke mysteriously, then glanced around, confirming that no one was paying attention here before she whispered the last sentence:
"I saw Xiaoxiao’s name highlighted in red!"
"Highlighted in red... what does that mean?"
Wang Xiaoxiao asked, puzzled.
They weren’t surprised that Taozi often visited Mr. Zhang’s office; Taozi was just that type of person who had friends in almost every department of the company and had good relationships with all the management, which was why she could become the "official Wuyou Media liaison."