Du Ang's head dropped even lower. The mood in the room froze. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The pressure mounted again, reducing Du Ang and company to labored breathing.
Can I bring a dog to work?
This was the first time they'd heard someone pose that question to the big boss in the top-floor conference room.
Kid, do you have a death wish?
You wanna bring a dog to work? How about becoming a dog's bitch instead?
Why not capitalize on the opportunity to lobby for more perks instead? What are you thinking?
He was indeed too young, or maybe an artist's brain functioned differently. So this was the kind of brain that could produce an epic.
After a nearly 30-second silence, Duan Qianji slowly responded, "No problem. Like I said, the label prizes its best talent."
