"Snap."

In the play, I was slapped eight times by my opponent.

I put on a cold face and walked straight up to Cheng Taoxi, asking, "What do you mean by that?"

Cheng Taoxi, soft and weak like a little white rabbit, innocently said, "Jiang Qinwen, are you overthinking? I just want to film the scene well."

Oh, is that so?

At first, I was dedicated to my work and gave it my all.

But I couldn't tolerate Cheng Taoxi constantly making small moves, thinking that she was the female lead.

The worst makeup artist was assigned to me.

My scenes were cut.

Whenever I appeared, intentionally or not, the photographer would take unflattering shots of me.

Because as a supporting character, I was much more beautiful than her.

I couldn't stand her annoying habits.

If she wasn't good-looking enough, did that mean I had to cater to her?

So, I nodded and said, "You're right. You kept making mistakes in your takes. Luckily, I've learned a few things. Why don't I teach you?"

After speaking, I swung my arm forcefully and slapped her in the face.

I asked, "Did you see that clearly? You have to be slapped like this to make it look good."

Cheng Taoxi was stunned for a moment, then covered her face and screamed.