"Uncle Yin, I'm sorry, but I can no longer continue as Yu Zexiao's assistant. I hope you can approve my resignation," said Jian Anning.
"Not now!" Yin Maohui flatly refused, "I have said many times, Anning, what's gotten into you this time? The company has the intention to nurture you, values you, yet at a time when we need you most, you create all these problems!"
Yin Maohui was also overwhelmed recently. The films he had invested in last year and this year had mediocre performances in Huaxia Country, and he had been hoping to use Yu Zexiao's TV show as a turnaround. Now, when it was crunch time, absolutely no problems could arise!
Jian Anning could tell that Yin Maohui was angry, but she still insisted, "Uncle Yin, I really can't work with Yu Zexiao any longer. I am asking to resign! Or, if you prefer, you can just transfer me back. No matter what job you give me, whichever star you send me to, I won't say another word..."
