Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

Luo Qingqian tried hard to calm herself down, but she was a little uneasy. At this moment, how could she not understand that it was Luo Qingtian who set her up from the very beginning!
Sure enough, she always had bad intentions for her.

Luo Qingqian quickly calmed down after listening to the reporter's quizzical question, and deliberately moved down the corridor.

"Don't worry, may I know which media you are from?" Luo Qingqian asked with a smile.

It was the male reporter who asked her if she had gone through the back door at the beginning.

The reporter was taken aback for a moment, but in the next second he looked fierce, and impatiently pulled the sign on his clothes: "I am from Anla Anla Entertainment, what's the matter? Could it be that we are not qualified to interview you yet?"

Luo Qingqian looked distressed when she heard the words: "Hey, since you want to ask, just ask."

Like a pair of powerless appearance.

The man instantly became elated, and asked the same sentence again: "May I ask Miss Luo Qingqian, did you go through the back door to join the crew of "The Taste of Love"? You know, this time there are two heavyweights. ...doesn't seem to have that qualification."

"I am very honored to be able to receive the script of "The Taste of Love" this time. As for the qualifications, I really don't know about it. There is a script for me, and I will accept it when I see the script. I don't know the answer. Is this reporter satisfied?"

"I heard that you just signed a contract with a small entertainment company and it's just a studio at the moment, so how could you receive such a good script?"

These words are obviously intended to let her go.

Luo Qingqian laughed when she heard the words: "That's a good question. It seems that this reporter also understands the difficulties of small companies. I think you did your best to bring a group of reporters from small companies under your umbrella to interview me today. "

"So, no matter in which respect, small companies have room to survive."

The male reporter choked, looked at Luo Qingqian a little unkindly, and suddenly looked in a certain direction, suddenly uncharacteristically, and stopped asking these questions.

"Miss Luo Qingqian is right, so may I ask Miss Luo Qingqian to tell us what type of drama you plan to shoot next?"
?"

The male reporter suddenly changed the subject, not embarrassing Luo Qingqian anymore, but kept asking questions, and this change only happened when he looked in a certain direction.

Luo Qingqian glanced at that location unintentionally, but only saw an open space, empty of people.

She was full of doubts in her heart. After her assistant heard that she was stopped by the reporter, she finally ran out to deal with the group of people. It was already 10 minutes later.

"Qianqian, what did the other party ask? How did you answer? And which reporter is the other party?" The female assistant asked several questions in a row, panting. When I ran back, I still hadn't caught my breath yet.

Hearing this, Luo Qingqian felt a strange feeling in her heart: "At the beginning, it was mainly about whether I went through the back door or something, and then I asked some completely worthless things. It didn't seem like they were really interviewing me."

"Then how did you answer? The one who went through the back door..." The female assistant ignored what she said behind her, and instead heard all her attention fall on the three words 'go through the back door'.

Don't blame her, the most taboo thing in the entertainment industry is unspoken rules. Although they didn't go through the back door, it would not sound good if it got out, and it would easily affect Luo Qingqian's image.

Of course, the first thing the female assistant thought of was Lu Minghui's manager. Now she looked at Luo Qingqian pitifully, and hoped
I hope she won't say the wrong thing, or she won't be able to eat and walk around.