After coming out of the Director's office, Wang Zheng made a beeline for Mu Ziwei's lounge.
Vast Entertainment, as one of the top entertainment companies in the capital, occupied a vast area with an office building comprising thirty-two floors.
As a top agent, Wang Zheng garnered a lot of looks on the way, with many giving him face.
"Brother Zheng... good."
When the uninformed masses greeted him as usual, they were startled to find his complexion seemed different than before.
They hesitantly said hello, and seeing that he ignored them completely, not even sparing a glance, were even more baffled.
"Has an artist under Brother Zheng gotten into trouble again?"
"Last time it was that missy, Zeng Xiumin, who lost nearly five million fans in one go. Who is it this time?"
"Don't know, but Brother Zheng looked like this after coming out from President Wang's office. Sigh, it looks like he got scolded again."
