Zhou Yun had nothing much to say about it.
"I have my own standards for acting and choosing roles." She simply stated.
"Of course, Xiao Yun, your discerning eye for roles is well-known."
...
The shoot went very smoothly, and everyone was praising her for her excellent on-camera presence, saying the photos were beautiful and she looked like a goddess.
Somehow, at work, Zhou Yun no longer heard anything other than praise.
Everyone seemed to genuinely compliment and admire her.
But was it real?
Zhou Yun said goodbye to everyone with a smile and got into the car.
Suddenly, someone caught up to her.
"Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun!"
Zhou Yun almost closed the car door, poked her head out, and saw it was the photographer from earlier.
He smiled at her and said, "Xiao Yun, can I bother you for ten minutes? I have something to say."
This photographer was called Zuo Mo, a very famous photographer.
Zhou Yun nodded and asked, "Why don't you come into my car? We can talk in here?"
