Yanchuan, Xingyue Entertainment Company.
Yan Qing felt like she was going crazy. With news articles flying everywhere, how could she, with over a decade of experience as a manager, not be able to contact her artist?
"Again and again, can't get through, can't get through!" Yan Qing gritted her teeth, so frustrated she almost threw her phone.
Yang Li had just entered the office and saw Yan Qing stamping her feet in anxiety. He calmly put down the file in his hand, "Sister Yan."
Yan Qing turned to look at him, eyes fierce, "Did you know about this from the start?"
Yang Li pressed his lips tightly, too afraid to speak.
Yan Qing stepped over in her heels and grabbed his collar, "Speak!"
Yang Li trembled, "I just... ran into it a couple of times... I don't know anything else..."
Yan Qing let go and kept dialing the phone relentlessly.
Seeing her in this state, Yang Li timidly took out his phone, opened a message, and handed it over, "Qi Chen texted me this morning."
