Yan Hong's eyes reddened from the scolding, feeling both wronged and embarrassed, she spoke softly in her defense, "You have to tell me who I offended, otherwise I can't bring myself to apologize."
The man opposite angrily retorted, "Go or not, it's your choice. How dare I tell you? They told me to keep my mouth shut, and if I tell you, won't you spread it to the whole world?"
"...I didn't." Yan Hong's tears flowed as she clutched her phone, oblivious to the customers around her, utterly disregarding her image, she pleaded like a little wife, "I really won't, Brother Hua, believe me."
The man across had lost his patience, "Let me make this clear. If you still want to survive in the entertainment industry, just go back and apologize sincerely. Otherwise, it's not that I won't protect you, I can't protect you!"
Is it really that serious?
Yan Hong's brow twitched, incredulous.
