Seeing his indifferent look, Changqing cried even more bitterly, as though the heavens missed a hole and rain kept falling.
"Alright, don't cry anymore. You cried just because I told you off a little." Song Chuyi's cold and handsome face frowned. "Your assistant is too much too; she's not at all reliable. I think you should get someone else."
"No," Changqing quickly started while choking.
Song Chuyi's face sank further. "Do you want something similar to happen again? As an assistant, she should put her artist's safety at the forefront. I already wanted to tell her off when she accepted that kind of commercial before."