As Yu Ting's fury grew, a series of chimes rang in her mind.
A significant amount of money was credited.
Yu Ting stood up from Wei Qinghe's table, walked briskly out of the room, clenching the phone in her hand tightly. Her swift movements provoked gusts of wind, and her gaze was as sharp as a predator's.
"If you go to the company now, Song Zhan won't be able to protect you."
Shen Ruchu, that damn woman.
...
The midday sun in winter in Jiangqi City was just like the light in a refrigerator; bright but devoid of warmth. The usual tranquil time of the afternoon was now filled with disputes and arguments.
"I've deployed all the PR of our company to suppress the news as much as possible, but…it will still be discovered." The voice of Song Zhan, both angry and helpless, came through the phone.
"I see. Try your best to suppress it there." Yu Ting growled through clenched teeth, "Dig up some dark secrets about Southwest Entertainment. We need to buy some out, no matter the cost."
