Yang Meiying glared furiously at Yun Ning and said, "Please go tell Liang Bei to give up on that thought!"
"Our Spirit Jade certainly won't let him succeed!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Ning simply let out a cold laugh.
In his eyes, he was the godfather of the entertainment industry.
Yang Meiying was nothing more than a minor agent.
Therefore, he wouldn't stoop to argue with such people and lower his own status.
"Godfather Yun, Miss Liu, please take your seats first!"
Wang Yan, following closely behind, ingratiatingly said, "Your statuses are so distinguished, there's no need to stoop to the level of this mad dog."
When Liu Qingqing saw Zhang Lingyu, her gaze was incredibly complex.
There was a time when Zhang Lingyu was always a goddess beyond her reach.
But seeing her haggard and on the verge of collapse, Liu Qingqing suddenly felt a pang of sorrow for the dying rabbit and the mourning fox.
In reality, Liu Qingqing knew all too well.