Jing Ruo wasn't foolish. Although she had two older brothers to protect and guide her through this industry, sparing her from many potential dark encounters, she was well aware of the darkness within the industry itself.
In this circle, who wasn't a crafty soul amongst the craftiest? Those who weren't shrewd enough had already become the waves dead upon the beach.
Over time, Jing Ruo had also developed an Exquisite Heart, speaking to people in their own language as a routine practice and understanding the hidden meanings in others' words as a basic skill.
How could she not detect the mockery in Gao Han's words right now?
Gao Han obviously didn't care; his manner of speaking seemed deliberately intended to make her understand his attitude.
The expression on Jing Ruo's face paused, and she numbly nodded her head.
