Ran Xueyi stood in front of the door and sighed. "Director Zheng shouldn't speak so badly."
"Speak badly? I am merely telling the truth that you're hiding from everyone." Director Zheng stood a step closer, his entire body was almost glued to the door as he glared with his eyes full of disgust. "Don't think I don't know what you did. You must have approached President Song and seduced him to bed. Why can't you do the same for me?"
"I may be a bit older, but I can assure you that I can be better to you than President Song."
"As for the benefits you'll get from me... It should be enough for you to stay in the set peacefully."
By this time, Ran Xueyi's hand on the doorknob was turning white from how much force she exerted to wrap her hand around it. It was the only thing she could do to keep herself under control.
And yet, the other was being too rude and disgusting with his words.
