"You? Not qualified enough." The man held up his middle finger and shook it, his attitude extremely contemptuous.
Huang Chao was so angry that smoke seemed to rise from his head, "Are all the newcomers so arrogant now? Where did this brat come from, daring to act rampant in front of me? I know what your company is up to, so don't even think about it."
It was as if the other party had heard a tall tale, laughing exaggeratedly, and glanced at Huang Chao obliquely, "I should be the one to say that to you. Take care of your own artist. If I find out that you dare to have any ideas about my artists, I'll tear down your lair."
Without giving Huang Chao a chance to catch his breath, a business card was thrown out through the window and landed at Huang Chao's feet.
"Contact my driver for compensation within three days. If you miss the deadline, you'll bear the consequences. Let's go."
