"What? How can the newspaper write like this?" Ling Maimai flopped onto the bed, propping her chin with her hands, looking at the newspaper, grumbling, "This is too much. Who's this reporter? I'm gonna sue him."
"Isn't it true?" Sheng Sheng opened the delicious food he bought one by one and placed them beside him. "Come eat."
"Of course it's not true. What's her deal? Saying I ran away just because I didn't win Best Actress? Who even cares about Best Actress? Besides, I'm so young. Who says I won't win Best Actress? When I grow as big as those older sisters, I'll have a bust, a waist, a butt, legs—winning Best Actress will be a piece of cake! Hmph, they're just picking on me because I'm young!"
Maimai got up from the bed, puffing out her flat chest, pinching her small waist, then wiggling her butt, striking a lovely pose: "Tell me, am I pretty?"
"You want the truth?" Sheng Sheng squinted his eyes, staring at her belly button.
