Someone Can't Accept Defeat and Resorts to Desperation?

Ji Mingyang's gaze was fixed on the LCD screen in front of him.

Amidst the dazzling lights, a woman in a white gown stood silently among the crowd.

Everyone around eagerly watched the vote boxes, but she quietly stared at the fried chicken billboard in front of her, lost in thought.

"Ms. Song must be hungry."

He nervously clenched his fists and instructed his subordinates behind him, "What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and prepare dinner for Ms. Song!"

"Huh? Yes!"

His subordinates snapped out of their daze upon hearing his urgent tone and hurriedly left the room.

Gan Guangqing, with the cloth in his mouth, stared in disbelief at the person in front of him. He could hardly believe his ears.

Was this still the Ji President he knew? The producer he had been following for seven years? Every time, this boss would be aloof and in control, looking down from above. Why did he suddenly want to please a small star today?

At the front desk...

The voting was nearing its end.