"Okay, time to deafen my ears from Han Ye scolding soon."
Jia Jie sighed as she walked towards Han Ye's room. Her legs trembled a bit, knowing that Han Ye would lash out at her. Although he never went physical, his words still hurt a lot.
Jia Jie opened the door and saw Han Ye sitting with his legs crossed. He leaned on the chair, reading the script of his next scene. He glanced at Jia Jie for a moment before returning to his script.
"So, you summoned me, right? Do you want me to do something?" Jia Jie asked. She wasn't intimidated by Han Ye since she worked with him for seven years straight.
But Han Ye still had that bearing that made her scared when he was angry or annoyed.
"Did that trash slept with Director?"
"Huh?"
"What? Do I need to repeat myself?" Han Ye's ruthless question astonished Jia Jie until she was speechless. She didn't know that Han Ye could be that cruel.
