Every single word Yu Ting said was undeniably factual and justified.
Southwest Entertainment was, after all, a long-established giant in the industry, and it wouldn't be easily defeated in the short term.
But he, Tang Youmin, was different. He was just a newly-signed artist. That old woman Shen Ruchu would never spend a fortune to protect him.
And Yu Ting was particularly willing to spend money.
Wei Qinghe was dumbfounded by what Yu Ting said. He stood still, looking at her determined eyes and the displeasure on her face.
He had never seen a person like her, nor had he ever met such a boss.
But it felt… surprisingly good.
Quite good.
Tang Youmin finally couldn't smile now. He looked at Yu Ting, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Are you crazy?"
"This sort of thing..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Qinghe threw another punch.
