The Pursuit

"Caught you red-handed. Miss Shen, are you still thinking of denying it?"

Shen Lan's face turned red and white, she lowered her head and stammered, unable to speak.

"Since you're my nephew's family, I won't punish you. Which company do you have a management contract with?" Tong Pei coldly asked.

"I'm at Hang Zhen's studio," Shen Lan said in a low voice.

Hang Zhen's studio had also signed up a few small-time artistes.

"Alright, be prepared to terminate the contract." Tong Pei stood up and left the room.

Shen Lan stood rooted to the ground, stunned. Wasn't directly terminating the contract going to completely destroy her career?

"I beg you! I beg you, Young Master, I beg you. I'll do anything you want. Please!" Her sharp scream echoed in the room, and Tong Huan stood there and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Mr. Tong Huan, please help me. Please help me talk to Tong Pei. I'm begging you."