Cao Kexiu recalled that he had said that his ribs might be injured. At that time, she had comforted him by saying that he might recover after resting for a while. She did not even plan to send him to the hospital.
However, she did not feel guilty. All of this was for work!
"Then you should just pay for the compensation!" Cao Kexiu said.
Yuan Haoyang didn't even bat an eyelid this time. His face was bleak and carried a trace of indifference.
Cao Kexiu held back her anger and said, "Either you attend events and lip-sync, or I'll find a substitute to go on stage and use your audio. Choose one."
"What if I don't choose either?"
"Then there's nothing to talk about!" Cao Kexiu slammed the door and left.
Yuan Haoyang's lazy eyes shone with a bright light.
When Lin Wenyu came to check on him again, his expression was still so casual.
As she put on her gloves, she asked, "You apologized to me for a bowl of soup?"
