Qin Yiren voluntarily arrived at the studio early in the morning to act as a customer service representative, and now, she was furiously pounding the table. With a push against the floor, she slid her chair over to Yan Xiaye's side, "It's a good thing our studio's address hasn't been leaked, or the media would definitely be blocking our door by now! Xiaye, are we just going to sit here and watch that damn little bitch spout nonsense?"
"Let them say what they want to say, I'm not interested in joining the excitement," Yan Xiaye turned her head to look at her and chuckled lightly, "Besides, what good would explaining do? People will always only see what they want to see, just like you can never wake a person who is pretending to sleep."
Qin Yiren hadn't expected Yan Xiaye to be so calm, and she bit her lip with some worry, "I know... but it's unsettling for me to see them smear you like this."
