Lan Yurou listened to the manager's arrangements but still felt uneasy, biting her lip: "Can this be resolved? Will my image be damaged?"
It wasn't easy for her to reach her current status.
She couldn't accept being labeled as a mistress overnight.
And as a mistress who sneaked into the main wife's dressing room.
It's really embarrassing.
The manager was even more anxious than her, because Lan Yurou was the cash cow of their company. He could only console her: "Don't worry, internet users have very short memories. In a while, when there's other hot news, they might forget about this issue. Just don't go out these days to avoid getting swamped by reporters asking all sorts of questions. Alright, that's it; I'm hanging up now, I have to attend an emergency meeting to handle your matter."
The busy tone echoed from the other end of the line.
Lan Yurou paused for a few seconds, feeling both anxious and regretful, and hurled her phone at the wall with force!
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