The tea house was designed with a traditional Chinese style, making it look ancient and refined. On the side, incense was lit, filling the air with a faint but calming aroma.
The man, struggling to keep his composure, subtly grimaced.
An arrogant one indeed!
"Haha, President Yu is truly a promising young star," the man withdrew his hand and sat back down.
"I heard that you plan on breaching our contract and want to drop all our artists under your agency? " Yu Ting didn't beat around the bush and directly brought up the matter that he had thoroughly learned from Song Zhan beforehand, "going as far as to pay a huge penalty…"
Yu Ting deliberately drawled out his last words, emanating an air of danger and lingering suspense.
"Yes, we will remit the penalty to you tonight. If President Yu wants to discuss this matter, we can wrap up early," the man answered with a textbook smile, with his hands folded on the table.
The purpose was clear.
He came for Yu Ting's sponsorship.
