Ya Zhi didn't feel any shame in using Gong Yeyan to boost the fame of her artists.
In the circle, Ming Ge's former agent Su Qing was the best at creating buzz, which Ya Zhi always disdained.
It was still the case up until now.
——Blatantly riding on the coattails for attention, that's hype. Ming Ge and Gong Yeyan are a couple, that's just a public display of affection at the company's expense.
Ya Zhi thoroughly analyzed the pros and cons.
Indeed, everything Ya Zhi said, why wouldn't she know?
Ming Ge furrowed her delicate brows, switched the phone to her other hand, and stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window in a luxurious and exquisite villa. Her gaze landed on the beautiful bright red tulips in the estate's garden. She pursed her lips and said to Ya Zhi on the other end of the phone:
"Rouge, I don't have that intention."
After a quiet moment, Ya Zhi simply asked, "Why?"
Her tone was indistinguishable between happiness and anger.
