Wen Qiao had planned to take advantage of Fu Jinghen's distraction with Jiang Yao and close the door before she could react, but the other party was faster and pushed open her door with great force.
Hiding behind the door, Wen Qiao was almost propelled into the air.
She staggered, grabbing the doorknob to steady herself, "F*ck, Jiang Yao, are you trying to kill me with that brute strength, hoping to send me flying so you can find another artist to manage?"
Jiang Yao squeezed in, snatching the doorknob from Wen Qiao's hand and slammed the door shut with a "bang".
"Did President Fu just arrive this morning, or did he never leave last night?"
She cut straight to the chase, no beating around the bush.
Wen Qiao, feeling suddenly guilty, replied, "The latter."
