Wu Yong's eyes locked onto Luuo Yunqi, sharp as a hawk.
"Miss Qi isn't someone you can afford to offend. You'd better put away those petty schemes."
Luuo Yunqi's first reaction was anger—feeling humiliated as if her face had been swept across the floor—but her fury quickly turned into amusement. "And what? You think I'm someone you can easily mess with?"
Now, with Radiant Entertainment backing her—an established company with far-reaching networks and abundant resources—offending her was practically a death sentence in the industry.
Wu Yong curled his lips into a sneer, full of disdain, as though he were looking at an ant.
The look stoked Luuo Yunqi's fury further. Who gave a mere driver like him the audacity to look down on her? Was it Qi Baotan?
"Miss Luuo, we should be heading in now," Zhang Xiaoya reminded her.
Luuo Yunqi took a deep breath, let out a cold snort, and turned toward the hotel.
