Seeing that he seemed genuinely angry, Yang Mi immediately softened, hugged his arm, and playfully said, "We women are just like that, we like to get jealous, we're not very open-minded. Sorry, I won't say this again in the future."
"Well, you need to understand that it's not that I don't care about you, it's because of your special identity. Isn't it nice to live in a big villa in Shanghai City? Why insist on going to some rundown countryside? Do you really like it there?"
That left Yang Mi speechless.
Did she really like the countryside?
Of course not, she was just vying for attention.
This thought hadn't been very strong before, but since the child was born, it had become clearer in her mind.
Because, with her twenty years of experience in the entertainment industry,
scarce resources are naturally limited, and if you don't fight for them, you won't get them.
It's the same principle as the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
