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Clearly, she would not sign.
No chance.
The Empress of Film, Jia Manyun, felt that with her current status, agreeing to renew her contract with Xingchen was already a courtesy.
Yet, the treatment fit for a top-tier superstar was somehow being overshadowed by a nameless, eighteenth-tier artist.
It was no longer about the paycheck or revenue share.
It was—dignity!
If Xingchen didn't need her, why should she desperately cling to them?
Jia Manyun walked out with a stiff face, her high heels clicking sharply against the smooth, delicate marble floor, echoing with deep anger.
In the office.
Everyone exchanged glances.
Gongye Xun raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's this about...?"
Manager Ya Zhi lifted her thin eyelids, a deep look in her eyes, and said, "Oh, it's probably because you made her angry and she left."
Gongye Xun: "..."
How is this my problem?
Questioning life.
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