"Hmph, it's her, huh." Xie Ruoxi looked at the woman singing and dancing on stage, humming, "When I debuted, she was still a nobody."
"Is that a junior you know?"
"There are no seniors or juniors in our circle. I'm just saying, back then she wasn't famous, couldn't do makeup, her hair was so out-of-style, I never thought she'd make it big now." Xie Ruoxi clicked her tongue, her tone full of nostalgia.
"Everyone has their own life path," Yan Yu said.
"If it weren't for you, would it be me standing there on stage right now?" Xie Ruoxi mused sadly again.
"With your looks and figure, you'd probably be doing quite well." Yan Yu comforted her.
Of course, Xie Ruoxi didn't know that in her past life she became a big-time host in the costume world, she plucked out her phone and typed in a chat group for a while, suddenly light-hearted:
