"I'm just here to sing a song. Why should I know about him?"
Tang Xiaoxiao said indifferently.
"Fool!"
The manager said resentfully, "If I hadn't taken care of you in the past few years, you wouldn't have developed to this point even if you worked yourself to death."
"Don't say that. Their president really has nothing to do with me," Tang Xiaoxiao said.
"You don't want me to eat with him, do you? Let me tell you, don't even think about such a thing. I won't agree."
"You're getting angry and throwing a tantrum."
"This has nothing to do with my temper. The thought of eating with those greasy middle-aged men makes me feel nauseous. I'm not interested at all," Tang Xiaoxiao said.
"And let me tell you, these successful people nowadays all look unserious on the surface, but they're all evil on the inside. They just want to take advantage of women. I won't meet him."
