"Zhong Qing gave me nothing, and I never expected to gain anything from her," Cheng Weiyue's tone paused slightly before she turned and walked away.
Chu Manxiao stood still, and this time, she did not speak to stop her.
Was she about to lose everything?
But how could she be willing to accept that? After all these years of careful planning, how could everything be destroyed so easily?
Chu Manxiao's eyes were bloodshot, filled with unwillingness and rage burning within.
Cheng Weiyue had underestimated her. She was not Zhong Qing; she would never allow herself to be reduced to someone who could be butchered at will!
When Cheng Weiyue left Chu Manxiao's film crew, it was a desolate and cold evening outside.
Lai Miaoyu sat inside the car, next to her was an impatient Lan Rong.
Upon seeing Cheng Weiyue emerge, the impatience on Lan Rong's face subsided, and he asked seriously, "What's the word?"
