Lan Yurou, desperate, was about to say something more for herself, when her agent suddenly hung up the phone with a bang.
The short yet persistent busy tone was like a spider web, tightly entangling her heart, leaving her conflicted, at a loss, frazzled, and regretful.
In the end, she let out a low cry, covering her face and bursting into tears.
A new generation replaces the old.
In just a few months, the agency could groom several newcomers to replace her.
By then, she would be like a worn-out shoe. Even if she appeared in the audience's sight again, she wouldn't regain her previous status as the company's top star.
Over the past two years, she had just risen to fame.
She had just started enjoying the adoration of her fans, and now, was she already washed up?
No, she refused to be reduced to her former self, to be just a third-rate star again.
