Liao Jiasheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Who is it? An insider?"
Ming Ge nodded, "An insider. You should have heard her name—Jiang Xing'er."
Liao Jiasheng frowned and pondered for a moment, hesitating as he said, "But I remember she's a singer."
Jiang Xing'er is one of the rare singers in China's music scene who insists on focusing purely on music. Her style is cold and somber, and despite being just a young woman in her twenties, she can sing with a sense of deep poignancy.
Her songs tell Liao Jiasheng that she is a girl with stories to tell.
But he doubted if a singer could act well.
Ming Ge understood Liao Jiasheng's concerns and playfully blinked her eyes. "Director Liao, have you forgotten? I used to be in the same group with Jiang Xing'er; we both started as girl group singers. Now, hasn't acting worked out for me?"
"No one is born knowing how to act. Just like unpolished jade, talent needs honing to truly shine."
The woman spoke each word with precision.
