"Those aren't dark circles! Edward, you really need to see an ophthalmologist." Lawrence Winters glared at him exaggeratedly, "Those are Lucas's long, thick, and shiny black eyelashes, giving a natural eyeshadow effect! How many female celebrities are envious and hateful of such perfect lashes!"
Lucas Harlow, speechless, watched Lawrence Winters and Edward Foster banter back and forth. He rubbed his temples and said, "I just don't like drama. I just want to act well; it's my interest and hobby, and I don't want it to be complicated."
Upon hearing this, Lawrence Winters was instantly annoyed and didn't use 'Lucas' fond nickname anymore, correcting him, "Lucas Harlow, your way of thinking is wrong. In the entertainment circle, relying solely on hobbies means you'll be drinking the northwest wind! Your goal is to become famous, hugely famous, to become an undisputed top star! The leading man of our NewHuman Entertainment Ltd.!"
