"Honestly, that birth mother got what she deserved. Throwing a child into a dump in the dead of winter—wasn't that attempted murder? And she had the nerve to come back twenty years later to claim kinship. She's utterly blinded by greed!"
"You can't put it that way..."
"Why can't I? Want to bet? If she wasn't after money, I'll twist my head off and let you use it as a football."
The hushed, buzzing discussion filtered through the poorly soundproofed door into the makeup room, making even the makeup artist look awkward.
Ye Mingzhao remained unmoved. Even the rhythm of his breathing did not change.
Then several panicked cries of "Sister Yuan" and "President Qi" suddenly came from outside. Someone politely knocked on the makeup room door, and Yuan Jing entered with a short, plump middle-aged man.
The moment the middle-aged man saw Ye Mingzhao, he hurried over and proactively extended both hands. "Young Master Ye, you came so early for makeup. You've worked hard."
Ye Mingzhao opened his eyes and gave the man, whom he had never met before, a faint smile. "Hello, President Qi."
He was about to stand, but President Qi pressed a hand to his shoulder. "No, don't get up. Don't delay your makeup."
Standing behind Ye Mingzhao, he beamed as he studied Ye Mingzhao's reflection in the mirror. "Although Young Master Ye and I have never met, I've long felt a kindred connection with you!"
Yuan Jing nearly laughed aloud at that. *Wasn't that true? Before they had even met, they had already worked in perfect harmony to screw Zhou Film and Television Company over again and again—this time, the topic #Beggar Prince male lead Ye Mingzhao's birth mother sued for abandonment# had firmly suppressed the buzz surrounding The Prince's Transformation officially announcing its release