"Not that I'm nagging at you, but why are you arguing with the likes of her? She's got nothing to lose so she isn't afraid of you! Don't mess with her."
"Orh." Yun Shishi nodded.
Tang Yu stared at them angrily. "You—"
"Get lost!" Qin Zhou waved his arm as if she were a fly buzzing. "Don't dirty my fengshui seat!"
"What's the commotion here?"
Ji Lin stood outside the office door with his arms crossed over his chest and looked at them nonchalantly.
Yun Shishi glanced across the room at where the voice had come from.
The rumored producer, Ji Yanluo, was younger than she had imagined.
In his smart-looking suit and carefully coiffed hair, he looked to be about 28.
He looked reliable and steady, with his sharp features and strong brows, except he was just as what the rumors had said – stern, strict, and detached. His presence was immensely intimidating.
