"I heard that you stole Angie's man and also took away her collaboration opportunity with Mainland Group. Do you dare to admit it?!"
Mrs. Zhao, posing as a righteous crusader, pointed at Song Yinyin's nose, questioning her.
"Heh," Song Yinyin chuckled, "If we're talking about stealing, why don't you ask Song Anqi herself, who exactly took whose stuff?!"
Her sharp gaze, like a sharp blade, fiercely shot towards Song Anqi.
Song Anqi shuddered, frightened by the ferocity in her eyes.
But she quickly composed herself, resorting to her usual tricks, wearing an expression of weak helplessness, clinging onto Jiang Lan's arm like a pear blossom bathed in rain.
"Song Yinyin, at this point, stop denying. Even online they're saying you became Lu Jihan's mistress, engaged in illicit trade, and took away my opportunity to perform at the Mainland Grand Theater!"
Every time she saw Song Anqi, Song Yinyin couldn't help but marvel at how her acting skills had become increasingly refined.
