"Wan, Sister Wan?"
Wei Zhiqiu looked up and saw Ye Wan, completely unscathed.
The private room behind them was a mess, and the previously pristine table was now overturned on the floor.
Chen Boyu was unconscious with his face covered in blood.
President Wang and his group were groaning against the wall, one with a black eye, another holding an arm, none of them able to stand up.
Wei Zhiqiu: ...
"Let's go!"
"Oh!"
The heart that had been hanging high and then fell heavily back into her stomach felt as if it were soaked in a warm bath, and every cell in her body shouted a single word: Awesome!
Wei Zhiqiu hurriedly took small steps to catch up.
Just as they reached the underground parking lot on level B1, Ye Wan stopped and turned to Wei Zhiqiu, "Is your agent reliable?"
"My studio may be short-staffed, but not this terribly. If it really comes down to it, I could spend heavily to hire a few reliable ones. You don't have to put up with it."
