"You just go and have fun," Old Gao said, putting away invitations from other shows. Wen Ming glanced over. "They even sent you an invitation for a dating show?"
"It wasn't for me, it was for you," Old Gao corrected. "The rights for this dating show were bought from overseas. I guess they just sent it over to try their luck. What, are you interested?"
Wen Ming politely declined. "I'll pass. I only know how to sing. To be blunt, dating shows are just acting, and I can't act."
"Who cares if you can't act? You just need to be able to see through other people's acting. Alright, I'll contact the station first. You just focus on staying in top shape. But seriously, it's like you've been aging in reverse these past few years."
"You get prettier every time I see you."
Wen Ming's interest was piqued. "Don't you all say that fame makes people radiant? And when you don't have to worry about trivial things, a good attitude naturally reflects in your appearance."
