Xia Siyu smiled: "No need, what could possibly happen? I'm eating well and sleeping well now, and my schedule is packed every day."
Before she finished speaking, her phone rang—it was an alarm: "See, isn't that just great? I have to go for 'further studies' now."
Chen Fan actually knew that Xia Siyu had recently changed companies and become independent, and things weren't going well. She lost all her commercial deals, had no scripts, and now had to do theater.
Although theater sounds prestigious, everyone in the industry knows it truly doesn't make money. Sometimes, you can't even earn ten thousand yuan in a month; it's worse than working a regular job.
As for commercial deals, forget about it—although she had many haters before, at least she wasn't being told to get out of the entertainment industry. Now, she's universally disliked.
"But aren't things... not going well for you now? There's no business either."
