Ji Yuanlong made no apologies as he walked over and sat in the chairman's chair, a seat reserved only for someone of his rank.
Leaning back comfortably, he spun around once, watching Li Shangfeng walk out and called out to him: "Mr. Li, don't rush off just yet, there are some things we need to discuss. Don't you care about the fate of Miss Ye Haitang?"
The name Ye Haitang instinctively made Li Shangfeng stop in his tracks.
Ye Haitang was a star he had crafted and promoted to fame all by himself. Their relationship goes without saying. Whether it was from his former company's perspective or his own, Li Shangfeng was unwilling to see Ye Haitang become an artist under such a scoundrel as Ji Yuanlong. He's surely up to no good.
But now, he was like a clay Buddha crossing a river—hardly able to save even himself, let alone Ye Haitang.
"Is there anything else you want to talk about?" Li Shangfeng turned and asked.
