"Ys cited damage to the brand image as the reason to terminate the contract with me. I accepted the situation I had caused myself. But Feng Lingling was adding insult to injury, planning to snatch the endorsement. I learned from insider information that Ys had set up a meeting with her for Friday."
Fan Sirui and Yang Yuran exchanged glances before Sirui tried to calm me down, "Lan Yi, don't panic. I'll have someone check if the news is true and get back to you in half an hour."
"Alright, thanks, Young Master Fan."
After Mu Lanyi hung up the phone, she felt suffocated. Turning to the assistant beside her, she demanded, "Pour me a shot of tequila."
"Sis, your stomach is not in good shape."
The assistant hesitated and tried to discourage her. What she really wanted to say was that Mu Lanyi couldn't hold her liquor and should stay away from alcohol. Every time Mu Lanyi drank, she would cry endlessly, lamenting about her hard life.
Heaven knows, it was exhausting to comfort her.
