"Jing Huai, are you crazy?" The assistant took advantage of the chaos to snatch back the phone, hung up directly, shut it off, and stuffed it into his own pocket, looking at the artist in front of him who dared to threaten Xu Qingmei with disbelief. He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice to remind him, "Do you know what level Xu Qingmei is at, compared to us? She has many connections internationally. Even if she can't make it in the country, she can still go abroad and remain a big star. But what about you?"
He took a deep breath, "Even if you've secretly hidden some evidence, I don't know what will happen over there if it gets exposed, but I can be sure you'll come to an end way before she does! Think about all you've sacrificed before this. Do you really want a fight to the death?"
Jing Huai wiped his face in disarray.
The courtyard was filled with greenery, and without the sun, it was quite cool.