She didn't expect her artists to earn money, but she needed to be responsible for their future.
Besides, this series of events happened because of her, and it got him into trouble.
...
A woman's voice came from the phone, echoing in the quiet room. Noodles hastily eaten this morning were on the table. Considering the previous events, Wei Qinghe felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance. His grip on the phone tightened.
"Alright."
The company had detailed personal information about Wei Qinghe, including his current address.
Yu Ting immediately rushed over, and they didn't say much else. The call ended quickly.
Quietness resumed in the room. Wei Qinghe got up to tidy the room a bit. He had read lots of news from last night until this morning.
Rumours.
Nothing but rumours.
Damn it, that's not the kind of person my mom is...
The bowls and chopsticks went into the sink, making a clattering sound. Wei Qinghe rolled up his sleeves, ready to wash the dishes.
