Chapter 1027

1027 The cake I made myself

Song ran lowered her head and smiled. I don’t know what happened back then. Actually, what happened back then isn’t that important anymore. It’s just that the few times I met with director Tang, I didn’t have a good impression of him.

Perhaps, to you, my identity is special, so you’ve compromised with me. If I don’t have this special relationship, you’ll still look down on me, right? What did song ran, who is not your daughter, do wrong?

You and I don’t have the same values, so I won’t care about our past grudges. We’re not suitable to be father and daughter now. You can go to the capital and be a cabinet minister. I’ll stay here with my sister and my father and live a peaceful life.”

Tang qingru’s aged appearance was evident, and his voice was desolate,”I thought too highly of myself. I was too narrow-minded. I’ve wronged you. I’m sorry.”

Time was cruel. The little girl who used to cry and laugh on his lap was now determined and determined to not acknowledge him.

There were many misunderstandings between them and many people. There was no way for them to return to the purest father-daughter relationship.

Especially after song ran won the grand prize, entertainment companies seemed to have started to rise. The entertainment industry was a new industry and people in the industry easily followed the trend.

Seeing that Wanyi entertainment was so popular, with people like song ran and director su, and with the freedom of actors, they could even get a share of the profits, they made a lot of money. In a short period of time, many entertainment companies, big and small, appeared in the industry.

The art troupe model seemed to have become a thing of the past. Only some old customers would still come to support them, while young people preferred to go to the cinema to watch movies.

Not only did she not have a TV drama to shoot, but the flow of customers for her stage plays was not as large as before. She was really at the end of her road.

Ruan Qing heaved a sigh of relief and heard her assistant say that someone was looking for her outside. She said uninterestedly, ” “Who is it?”

“Reporter Dou,”

Ruan Qing’s eyes lit up. yes, let him wait for me at my house. I’ll see him tonight.

At eight o ‘clock in the evening, ruan Qing returned to her residence and saw reporter Dou waiting in the side hall. She removed the scarf around her neck, put down the bag in her hand, and smiled. “Reporter Dou, is there anything I can help you with?”