Shang Feifei wasn't too curious, but when she got in the car, she turned her head to look out the window. Xia Siyu was over there smiling with both flattery and pride, like she could eat a few more bites of food and drink a little more wine, as happy as a two hundred-pound person. Paired with her demeanor of confronting the media and other artists, it was even more amusing.
Perhaps it was exactly this kind of personality that allowed her to not be disturbed by external factors and focus solely on honing her acting skills. She only treated those close to her well, only cared for those close to her, didn't use her fame to demand high prices, didn't make bad films, and didn't worry about all sorts of other trivial matters.
She didn't lack money, her love life was stable, she had both fame and fortune, and without relying on any company, she registered her own studio. Aside from Wei Jingjing scolding her a bit for not eating too much, hardly anyone managed her.
