Before hanging up, Lang Qingge reassured in a low voice while speaking to Yu Jingrong.
Yu Jingrong's face grew hot, and she rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. She figured her uncle had indeed been in the entertainment industry for a long time, knowing how to navigate its challenges.
She, of course, knew how to deal with the issue at hand. The potential solution in mind would indeed be a perfect fix, but the problem she was now facing was how to get out.
On seeing the journalists outside hitting their stride, Yu Jingrong, standing off to one side, felt quite the opposite – she felt wilted as she watched them.
"Jingrong, are you trying to leave?" A voice arose from behind her. She turned and saw Xu Congqing.
Yu Jingrong was not very familiar with him. Even though they were now classmates, they had hardly ever spoke to each other.
