"Director Wen."
"Zhiwei, I'm sorry, let's collaborate again when there's a chance in the future."
"I understand." Cheng Zhiwei clenched her cell phone, having foreseen a day like this.
Yet, when she actually received the call from Wen Ya, it still felt like her heart was being twisted by a knife.
All her efforts had been in vain.
Now her hearing was even worse, and it was uncertain if she'd ever be able to engage with music again.
No sooner had Wen Ya hung up than He Ye's call came through, his voice anxious, "Zhiwei, Director Wen said..."
"I already know," Cheng Zhiwei cut him off, pausing for a few seconds before continuing with difficulty, "Release a statement, just say that you've fired me."
He Ye's studio had always been in a precarious position, receiving criticism only second to her.
She felt sorry for failing the friendship and support of Senior He Ye.
"Zhiwei, how could this be possible?"
