Slap In The Face, Regret, The Principal Came Personally (2)

Sang Yanqing was even more ruthless than Lu Ningsheng, "We're not free for such nonsense. Don't come to me with your petty schemes, not even bothering to see what you're worth."

Before Chief Editor Li could utter a word, the call was disconnected.

She slumped into her chair, a cold sweat breaking out.

No wonder Sang Yan qing had been silent; she had been waiting for this moment.

Had she known the relationship between Lu Ningsheng and Si Fuqing was more than a fleeting encounter, she would never have agreed to Lin Wansu's team.

Now, it was too late.

**

Meanwhile,

Sang Yanqing had received the preliminary makeup photos from Tang Qiao.

She selected a few and handed them over to the new media promotion team to post on the studio's Weibo account.

[@SiFuqingStudioV: Guess what this is about?]

It was a nine-grid photo array.