"Would you kindly keep quiet?" Zhang Qingying, who was already impatient, felt her anger swell upon hearing her agent's incessant chatter. She was on the verge of losing her temper. Typically, she tolerated her agent's minor irritations concerning filming issues that affected her popularity. However, what was her agent trying to achieve now? Didn't she understand the situation? Did she really need to repeatedly echo the same words in her ear? One might think she was foolish for failing to comprehend the obvious.
"I'm only worried about you; why are you snapping at me?" After all, Zhang Qingying was her most successful artist, someone she had long regarded as a prized asset. Yet, this asset had angered the wrong people and was in danger of being uprooted. How could the agent not feel anxious? If Zhang Qingying fell from grace, she would lose a substantial income. Being someone who reveled in luxury, what would she do if she couldn't even afford her lavish purchases?
