The female assistant, Feng Ying, became more proud of herself when she saw Luo Chen at a loss for words. She said disparagingly, "Didn't your Mighty Manager Ye come running here today to curry Brother Shao's good favor? Why's she pretending to be so virtuous?
"Tsk tsk, didn't she act like the entire entertainment industry was her domain? What? Is she scared now?"
Feng Ying intentionally spoke in a volume that everyone could hear clearly. "Do you know what this is called? It's called however strong you are, there's always someone stronger! Some people should grasp their own importance first!
"She's just grasping onto a rotten log but still thinks she's hugging some golden thigh! How ridiculous!"
Shao Heng stood on the side with his wine glass in hand, aloofly watching this ruckus.
To him, these people were merely dogs with few uses.
It was their honor to have their popularity leeched by him.
