As soon as Jing Yiren finished speaking, Zheng Peipei, surrounded by a group of people, came walking over.
Her assistant was holding an umbrella behind her. Beside them, someone was fanning Zheng Peipei with a hand fan.
Zheng Peipei, with a coat draped over her shoulders, crossed her arms and slowly walked towards Jing Yiren's sun umbrella, lazily removing her sunglasses.
"Jing Yiren, as a second-rate actor, how extravagant of you to hire an assistant and use top-notch cosmetics. I doubt the money you earn is enough to cover these expenses! Why pretend to be flush when you're not? Even with the best products, could you outshine me?"
"If you want to compare, you should at least change out of those cheap clothes that undervalue you before you try to show off. Otherwise, you just end up making a fool of yourself!"
