Plagued by bad reviews, but the top actress!

Just feeling a bit melancholic, it seems everything has changed since she went to the Xia Family.

Having gone through so many things, spending such a long time at the Xia Family, then being whisked away by Long Xuanye after returning, now resting at home for her pregnancy, she’s almost completely disengaged from the outside world.

Even these friends with whom she once fought and walked closely have grown distant.

Clearly, Zhuang Xuejun and she are good friends, sitting right across from her, yet she feels a little stranger, somewhat unreachable.

It’s as if Zhuang Xuejun has many secrets, often speaking absent-mindedly, frequently distracted.

"Xuejun, Xuejun?"

Seeing Zhuang Xuejun lost in thought again, Xia Weibao called twice, finally raising her tone to bring her back.

"Ah? Baby, are you calling me? What’s up?"

Xia Weibao frowned slightly, "What’s up with you, I’ve called you several times."

"Nothing, just thinking about some matters."

Third Chicken kept staring at Zhuang Xuejun’s face, "You’ve got something on your mind, and it’s something major. Let me guess, you’re heartbroken?"

Zhuang Xuejun’s expression changed, but she quickly covered it up, smiling somewhat awkwardly, "No, I haven’t even had a boyfriend, how could I be heartbroken? You’re overthinking."

"Really." Third Chicken toyed with her slender fingers; her fingers were thin and long but lacked the beauty of Xia Weibao’s, instead being a bit rough, with a callus on the index finger.

This was formed from years of shooting, and even years away from guns, the callus remained.

The smile was very bossy and stunningly cold, "Forgot to tell you, I’ve trained in psychology."

People in her profession often have to disguise themselves as different identities, face different people, learning a bit of psychology is quite useful for fitting into new roles, extracting intelligence.

Zhuang Xuejun’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, somewhat embarrassed.

Xia Weibao suddenly remembered the recent rumors between Zhuang Xuejun and Han Luoqi, sitting straight up.

"Heartbroken? With whom, is it Han Luoqi?"

Zhuang Xuejun’s expression changed, a trace of pain flashing deep in her eyes, yet her face remained indifferent, even wistful.

"No, what are you thinking, he and I are just ordinary friends, he already has someone he likes, don’t talk nonsense."

Such words Xia Weibao clearly didn’t believe, "What was the deal with your previous rumors with him, clearly reporters caught you dining together, and he personally drove you home."

Zhuang Xuejun laughed, "Baby, you’re in the entertainment industry too, don’t you understand how those rumors come about? It’s just the media fabricating stories.

Can’t ordinary friends have a meal together? It’s late at night, a girl going home alone isn’t safe, him dropping me off is quite normal, right?

That’s gentlemanly conduct, okay? It just happened to be caught by the paparazzi.

Does every man dropping a female friend home mean they’re in a relationship?"

"What about the couple outfits, reporters caught you wearing couple outfits with him."

Zhuang Xuejun sighed with a smile, "How can that be considered couple outfits? White T-shirt and jeans, many people wear that, right? That day we happened to wear the same style, and by chance met, unlucky to be snapped by paparazzi.

Really not the kind of relationship you’re imagining, he and I...how could it be."

Zhuang Xuejun spoke naturally, while speaking, her eyes couldn’t help but glance in Third Chicken’s direction.

She knew Third Chicken was observing her expressions, so she tried to relax, to appear natural.

After all, she used to be an actress, and even acknowledged for her acting skills, achieving a natural expression like this is manageable.