"You want to be fair? Then be it," Du Chan said, a smirk curling his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief.
That smirk, so self-assured and mocking, ignited a fire in Ju Dongmei's chest. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to maintain her composure, but it was slipping through her fingers like sand. She knew Du Chan was up to no good.
"We should eliminate Huang Junjie from the selection process," he continued, his tone so casual it could have been mistaken for a weather report.
Ju Dongmei's eyes blazed. "You dare!" she snapped, her voice rising with the frustration that had been bubbling beneath the surface, now boiling over.
Du Chan feigned surprise, dramatically raising his hands to his ears. "Teacher Ju, why are you so loud?" he said, his tone exaggerated and mocking. "I'm speaking in your favor. Wouldn't people criticize you for pressuring the production team into selecting your son as the lead?"
