Qi Ping was at a loss for words; his entertainment company had just been established, and he knew all too well that Fu Sichen could actually bring it down.
Jiang Mian's beautiful eyes moved as her voice, tinged with a mocking sweetness, asked with a chill, "Should I kneel or..."
Before she could finish her sentence, there was a "thud" from the venue.
"I was wrong! President Fu, I shouldn't have momentarily disparaged your in-laws and your wife."
"Please, oh great one, forgive my pettiness, forgive me."
Oh my god!!
This really was something you don't see every day.
"We don't have to shoot this movie, when we go back I can invest in another one for you."
Fu Sichen spoke, adoringly playing with Jiang Mian's delicate fingers, his eyes and brows softened, not showing any of the previous coldness.
Jiang Mian pouted her lips, "Nah, I said I won't rely on you."
"Fine, don't rely on me. Let's get this sorted out today, and then come home with me to rest for a few days."
"Mhm."
