"No, Director Qin, I refuse. If I really join the cast, I'll definitely win the 'Box Office Poison' award next year." Sang Ning rejected him mercilessly once again.
She was well aware of her own skills. Director Qin's movies were indeed good, but she wasn't at the level where she could carry a film yet.
The best choice was to refuse — letting Director Qin off the hook meant letting herself off the hook too.
Qin Jiaxiang was practically on the verge of a heart attack. After everything he'd said, Sang Ning still refused. Did she even care about his dignity?
"Hmph." Qin Jiaxiang rolled his eyes arrogantly. "It's a good thing you didn't agree. I was merely joking, testing if you were just as reckless as those traffic-star celebrities. Turns out you at least have some self-awareness, knowing your acting is as bad as a steaming pile of crap."
Normally, anyone being insulted like this would at least feel a bit of anger, even if they didn't show it outright.
