If one couldn't eat as one pleased and eat to one's fill, then what is the point of living?
Luo Lin sighed.
If there was no comparison, there was no hurt. The artiste that she was managing was incredibly picky during meals. She would always eat secretly, and she was picky too. She would get fat easily and if she was asked to gym, it would be her fault as the manager for not taking care of her.
But she did manage her, she had said to her, she had tried stopping her. However what use is that? She wouldn't listen to her and what can she as a manager do? Use a rope to tie her up? She was her manager, not mother.
In comparison, Yi Ling had a much easier life as a manager.
Suddenly, she came up with a decision, a decision that she had thought of on the spot.
"Yan Huan, do you all still need a manager?"
Yan Huan froze, was she planning to jump ship?
Yi Ling lifted her head, was she stealing her job?
