"Yu Ting! Be serious." Song Zhan raised his voice, feeling as if he was talking to Yu Ting on a different wavelength, "We've lost so much now, who knows what kind of scandalous headlines the journalists will come up with now, sigh."
Song Zhan rapidly scratched his hair as he spoke.
In the past, other industries they ventured into were fine, fewer people knew about them. But now, working in the entertainment industry, there are too many journalists, and there's no telling how they will spin the news.
Soon everyone will know about it.
"Let them write, we can't stop them." Compared to Song Zhan, Yu Ting was a bit more optimistic. At the moment, she cared more about how to spend the 30 million yuan.
If she didn't spend it, it'd be a waste.
Bang bang.
The closed office door was knocked, and a young man dressed in humble clothing walked in from outside. His hair was a bit too fluffy, probably because he had fretfully tousled it a few times before coming in.
"Boss."
Fu Tiantian.
