Xinyue, who was watching from the side, was a little worried. Afraid that trouble would arise, she gently tugged at Luo Lin's sleeve.
Luo Lin said, "Who told you to throw them away?"
His words were very vicious. Even through the radio waves, they were extremely lethal.
Zhang Zhewen also felt it. Luo Lin was usually mild-tempered, and Zhang Zhewen always teased him. He had never been so serious and cold.
"Zhang Zhewen, who told you to throw them away?"
Zhang Zhewen stammered, "Actually, my assistant accidentally threw them away…"
"Pick them up!"
"Okay, I'll go pick them up now."
Luo Lin put down the phone.
Seeing Xinyue's frightened expression, he said softly, "I'm sorry."
"What is it? You look very angry."
"Zhang Zhewen is disrespecting fans again. He even treated my fans that way."
