Liang Zixuan didn't reply to Han Yuanjun's question, but looked at Gao Feng and Xie Xiaotong before continuing, ''Actually, I don't think much of this. I understand that you were only thinking about the welfare of your artists, so I didn't say anything or tell anyone about it."
Gao Feng and Xie Xiaotong smiled embarrassingly.
Liang Zixuan suddenly changed the subject, "But you're too narrow-minded, so you must think that I have a grudge against you. Three grown-up men, cursing at me at lunch that I would be abandoned by Han Yuanjun. Now I am really looking down on you from the bottom of my heart."
Gao Feng and Xie Xiaotong were so scared that they hurriedly stood up. They were all men in their thirties, yet they were cowering in front of a little girl in her twenties. Cold sweat dripped down their faces.
