There's been too much going on at the company these days.
With that in mind, Song Zhan, on the other end of the call, furrowed his brows deeply as he sat in his chair. He let out a deep, long sigh, full of desolation.
He hardly resembled a 22-year-old man.
Deeply burdened by work.
"So who's lying?" Yu Ting asked after a moment of contemplation.
Song Zhan paused at her question, then said, "It might be the news agency...or...it could also be Tang Siyi lying to us, not wanting to tarnish her image with the company's higher-ups."
After all, she was just an actor, it wouldn't be out of the question.
"Give me her contact information, I'll ask her myself," Yu Ting said.
After Song Zhan acknowledged, he quickly sent Tang Siyi's phone number to Yu Ting.
Yu Ting looked at the string of digits and promptly dialed the number.
