"You can't enjoy the glamour of the stage without people judging and gossiping about you, there's no such perfect scenario," Wen Qiao looked much more composed than Song Qian. She shrugged indifferently, "No one can please everyone, but as long as you do your best within your abilities and have a clear conscience, that's good enough."
In the end, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Wen Qiao added, "Plus, we make quite a bit of money. Let them talk if they want to."
"I feel comforted," Deliveryman Song nodded in agreement before something occurred to him, "How about we go for a late-night snack tonight? I promised to treat you and Princess Lin."
Wen Qiao's eyes lit up, "No problem!"
"Then you go tell her, and I'll go deliver breakfast to the others first."
"Sure, thanks for the hard work, Deliveryman Song."
Song Qian gave her a helpless look and left with bags containing several breakfasts.
Once the curtain was removed, the morning sun beamed in, bright and almost blinding.
