it's all her fault, it's all song qincheng's fault!

song yao's assistant was chinese. at this moment, her unhappy voice could be heard from the other end of the phone."how can the people of the continent be so dishonest? how could he go back on his words when he had already agreed to it? when you chose this troupe, you still gave face to the person in charge. how about this, i'll contact the other troupes in the country."

"there's no need for that now," song jin said.

the assistant thought that song yao was worried and consoled her. " " it's just a troupe. don't worry, i'm experienced in handling such things, including sponsorships. don't think too much about it, just leave it to me. "