Zhou Ci's voice made the tension in Song Ling's brows ease a bit. Leaning back in his chair, he responded, "No, it's not about that."
As for the news, he had already dispatched Zhao Xuan to handle the PR crisis, minimizing the repercussions. Still, rumors continued to circulate.
However, Song Ling had prepared for the worst and didn't dwell on it.
Zhou Ci chuckled, "Man, you've got some nerve. But Jiang Yue is clearly bad news. She left you when you were down and out, only to return once you're successful. Yet you couldn't see through her."
Song Ling's eyes drooped, and he said coldly, "If there's nothing else, let's end the call."
Zhou Ci hurriedly interjected, "Wait, wait, I do have something to talk about!"
He had called Song Ling precisely for this matter and couldn't let him hang up just yet.
