"Beep, beep, beep."
The call ended.
Mu Ye felt as if all his strength had been drained, collapsing onto the floor.
His body trembled, his face ashen.
Tianle Media acted swiftly. Within thirty minutes, staff arrived at the production site, promptly forcing Mu Ye to record an apology video.
From beginning to end, Mu Ye offered no resistance.
That was until Lu Yan showed up.
His eyes changed instantly.
"Lu Yan!" Mu Ye's voice was hoarse, full of rage. "Why are you unscathed? You're the one who told me to do it! You're despicable, and you'll never earn the center position!"
With that, he forcefully spat in Lu Yan's face.
Lu Yan's eyes turned icy cold in an instant.
He pulled out a tissue to wipe the saliva from his face, his voice squeezing through gritted teeth, "Shut his mouth. Now."
Yes, he was the one who instructed Mu Ye to plant the blade.
But there was no evidence.
