Ming Jing shook her head, "Why do you think I can get tickets?"
"You're the chairman now. All you have to do is ask the concert sponsors if they have any cooperation with our group, and getting a ticket will be simple," Yingying said.
Ming Jing glanced at her, and the look in her eyes sent a shiver down Yingying's spine.
"Why should I do that?"
Yingying paused, "Because I'm your cousin, cousin, we're so close, what's wrong with helping me out a little? For you, it's just a phone call."
Ming Jing smiled, but her eyes were cold.
"Privileged class, once there's one, there's a second. How to manage like this? How to make people obey?" She didn't even look at her, and turned away.
Yingying glared at her retreating back, "It's just a ticket, why make it so serious? Fine if you don't want to help."
