"You can't do it, but there are plenty of others who can!" the agent snapped, unable to contain her anger. "Song Zhaozhao, your talent isn't worth as much as your age! Without that face, you are nothing!"
"Then go find someone who can do it." Song Zhaozhao crouched down and began picking up the music scores that the agent had thrown on the ground. "I know the path I want to take. You are just my agent. If you don't follow orders, I can have the company replace you."
"What are you talking about?" The agent looked at Song Zhaozhao with a mocking laugh. "You're going to replace me? Do you know how many singers I have under me? Do you know how many people are desperate to come to me?"
The agent's voice grew louder, her tone cold as she said, "Song Zhaozhao, don't fail to appreciate your current good fortune. You are popular because I made it happen! I can elevate you to the clouds just as easily as I can send you to hell!"
