——"Not continuing is fine too. I'll just talk to my dad and have you indefinitely benched. How about that?"
In another corner, Ye Xinyu's fingertips, coated with red rouge, swept across the phone screen with a determined air.
In this day and age, power and influence could always suppress others.
Ye Shu, you little bitch, just wait for your demise.
He Jingxuan heard the text message alert from the phone and looked down, his face turning deathly pale.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and texted a few words back—Sister Xinyu, I'm sorry, please pretend I didn't say anything just now.
He Jingxuan deleted all the messages in his phone and then stood up, picked up a bottle of cherished red wine, and walked toward Ye Shu.
He sat down beside Ye Shu. "Ye Shu, you really shouldn't take those groundless rumors to heart. In our business, this stuff is just the norm..."
