"Let's go to the hotel!" Gu Xiaomo was originally sitting on a stone bench, and when she stood up, she felt very dizzy.
Her body swayed a bit, and Xiaomei anxiously held her up, "Sister Xiaomo!"
"It's fine! To the hotel!" Gu Xiaomo walked out again.
The crew was wrapping up, and many had already heard that Gu Xiaomo was looking for the director.
At this moment, seeing Gu Xiaomo pale-faced, shivering from the cold, while the director ignored her, most were gloating.
After all, Gu Xiaomo was simply too popular!
They had struggled for so many years, some even for decades, yet they hadn't achieved as much fame as Gu Xiaomo.
Now she's fallen into a low point, and those who were jealous of her naturally cheered!
Even those artists who used to flatter Gu Xiaomo in the crew were now coldly watching.
Xiaomei saw how cold Gu Xiaomo was and ran to a female artist named Zheng Jia who used to suck up to her, "Ms. Zheng! Can you lend Sister Xiaomo your hand warmer?"
