Chu Anning felt frozen by his gaze, she sneered, whispered, "Yes! The death of this woman named Zhao Yan was indeed because of Liang Cheng, but how does it concern me!"
"Zhou Yinghuai, I merely offered each artist a path! These are adult matters, we're not children anymore, whether they're willing or able, do they need me to instruct them?"
Anger surged in Chu Anning as she marched over to Zhou Yinghuai's desk, slamming her hand onto it.
Her gaze was fierce, her eyes coolly fixed on Zhou Yinghuai, she couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore, "For people like us, strategies of this degree are nothing but child's play to you, Zhou Yinghuai! When you first established Weixi Group, how dirty were your hands? I don't need to remind you!"
"A single tree doesn't make a forest, does a person of great achievements need to worry about these trivial matters constantly?"
