The next day, dawn at Mintang Media.
Bian Yue sat in her office, looking at the gift Yao Yimin had placed on the desk, offering a helpless smile, "It's good enough that you came, why bring something too?"
"Shengshi Yan performed exceptionally well; I should thank you," Yao Yimin smiled sincerely, "Bian Yue, without your support and trust, none of this would have gone so smoothly."
Bian Yue's expression was complex. Her gaze shifted away from the gift on the desk as she composed herself, "Don't worry, as for Xie Zhang..."
"No need," Yao Yimin interrupted Bian Yue, her tone sounding resigned and eerily calm, "At this point, I've already given up. Bian Yue, I'll be honest with you, I've met with Xie Zhang, and he was colder than I imagined. I know I can't persuade him, and I'm certain that neither can you, even if you indeed use Shen Jinci's influence to pressure him. It won't end well."
"Yimin, what did you talk about with him?" Bian Yue frowned, asking uneasily.
