Yang Ruofei was a fan of Chen Jiaqi. Perhaps she'd first started following her because she was the daughter of Chen Minghao, Uncle Ming, but as time passed, Yang Ruofei had genuinely come to like the outspoken actress.
But no matter how much she liked her, Yang Ruofei still had to say it: Chen Jiaqi had absolutely terrible taste in scripts.
She'd made four dramas in three years, and three of them had been so awful they'd stood out for all the wrong reasons. Her eye for scripts was unmatched—in the worst way.
As a top-tier celebrity kid with the mighty Chen Minghao, Uncle Ming, backing her, and acting skills that were actually pretty good, she'd somehow managed to become neither popular nor obscure. No one else could pull that off.
If she hadn't acted in one or two decent dramas over the past couple of years, Chen Jiaqi could have been nominated for the Most Useless Celebrity Kids list.
The only drama she'd ever been praised for, apparently, was one Uncle Ming had personally chosen for her. She hadn't even wanted to take it at first, thinking the role didn't suit her. Uncle Ming had strongly urged her to accept, and she'd finally agreed reluctantly.
"Is this what they call a 'bad-drama magnet'? She avoids good dramas and rushes to take the bad ones?"
Recently, Yang Ruofei had also heard that the Crimson Rose production team wanted to invite Chen Jiaqi to play the female lead. She didn't know if the rumor was true, but the moment she heard the synopsis, the drama had reeked of a flop.
Chen Jiaqi had already flopped twice in a row. If her next drama flopped too, wouldn't her career be completely over? Even Uncle Ming wouldn't be able to save her!
She'd