ly begun to process the information Zheng Jie and Gu Yichan had told her.She finally knew, the identity of the girl she envied, turned out to be Gu Chi's first love.Not only that, but she also died. N...She spoke with ease and openness, her expression seeming unfazed at all. Even Chen Meimei beside her couldn't help but give her an astonished look.

To drink this kind of white liquor, even a woman like her who frequents the world of alcohol and cigarettes would raise an eyebrow. Yang Ning, a young upstart, might not be too arrogant.

Chen MeiMei couldn't help but smirk, she twisted her waist and handed the high-footed glass to Yang Ning. She raised her chin, looking at her arrogantly: "Alright, our star, you say you're good at drinking, so finish this cup."

He took a glance at the crystal-clear liquor in the highball glass, its fragrance gradually permeating Yang Ning's nostrils.

She took the cup, brought it close to her nose and sniffed it for a moment. Then she frowned.

This wine is stronger than she expected.

"Cheers."

Chen Meimei didn't miss Yang Ning's expression, she lightly curled her lip, already prepared to mock Yang Ning for vomiting later.

"I don't need you to urge me," Yang Ning said coldly, glancing at Chen Meimei. She raised her cup, her lips already touching the rim, but Chi Fang pulled on her arm and shook her head gently.

"It's nothing, just a glass of wine."

Yang Ning gave her a reassuring look, then with a raise of his hand, he slammed the glass straight down his throat.

In an instant, the spicy flavor spread from Yang Ning's throat to her stomach, a burning sensation scorching her whole body. Even her fair complexion flushed red for a moment.

Yang Ning didn't care at all. She held up her cup, tilting it towards Mr. Wang as a gesture to show that she had finished the entire cup as he requested.

"I finished drinking."

The aftertaste of the baijiu was quite strong. As soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, she felt a little dizzy.

This body doesn't have that much alcohol tolerance. In the past, even if the drink was strong, she wouldn't have been knocked over in one go.

"It seems Ms. An has quite the tolerance for alcohol," said Mr. Wang, sitting in his chair and glancing at Yang Ning with a knowing look. His sharp eyes had already caught her swaying form.

"Well then, let's all have a drink to celebrate. After all, the only reason this show managed to reverse its declining ratings is thanks to Ms. An."

Director Wu spoke softly, his face brighter than anyone else's. He glanced around at everyone who was bowing their heads in silence, and the sense of satisfaction within him grew stronger.

With so many people bowing down to him, how come she, Yang Ning, had to be the one who stood out

People like her need a lesson to realize the difference between themselves and others. She's like a cloud, while they are like the dirt beneath our feet.

"Mr. Wang, this won't do!"

The guide, who had always been reluctant to speak much, was now completely panicked. He raised his cup in a toast to himself, even an adult man with over ten years of drinking experience would never dare say he could handle it.

Wang's words were pushing Yang Ning to his death.

Hearing that someone was again defending Yang Ning, Wang's smiling face froze instantly, his displeasure focused on Hou Dao's figure. "It seems you didn't understand my warning," he said coldly, "Well then, for the next production, Tianhua won't invest a single penny in you."

"You!"

The guide, who was normally also taciturn, was pressed by Wang's authority and found himself unable to defend himself with even a single word. He could only flush red in the face, anger contorting his features as he sat down.

At the sight of this, all eyes filled with complex sympathy fell upon Yang Ning.

She did nothing wrong, yet she somehow brought this misfortune upon herself.

"Don't make things difficult for others."

Yang Ning's head was still spinning, she struggled to stand up, her eyes a little dazed: "Since you came for me, you don't have to take it out on the guide. I'll drink."

Across the hallway, Yang Ning calmly watched Wang Zong's arrogant display. If she wasn't feeling dizzy right now, she would have recorded his appearance to show An Tianxiang. He looked like he was the actual person in control of Tianhua.

"Yang Ning, you're crazy!"

Yang Qingfeng had finally released the pent-up roar of anger that he'd been holding in for so long. He rushed over, full of fury, grabbed her wrist forcefully, and dragged her out.

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