"I also want to try. I see Ziyi acting so well, but unfortunately, I have no opportunity and can only do odd jobs."
At this point, a trace of disappointment flashed in Zhang Minghui's eyes, and he quickly added, "Aunt, if your script needs a child, don't write that kid too pretty, write it a bit uglier, so I can play it."
"Is this how you define yourself?" Wen Jin chuckled, unable to hold back.
Zhang Minghui laughed self-deprecatingly, "I know my own weight, I can't play roles like Ziyi, I can play uglier and sillier roles."
Jing Xiaocha glanced at Zhang Minghui with a smile, "You're being too modest, even though you aren't as handsome as Ziyi, you're not ugly either. If you have dreams in this area, there will surely be opportunities."
"Your aunt is right, you will definitely have a chance."
"Ziyi also said so, he even said he'd tell the director to add a role like a bookboy for me."
