"Let me go!"

Meng Shixian's last shred of modesty was ripped away, her face flushed red, her eyes filled with simmering rage: "What's it to you! Let me go! What's your relationship with Cheng Pingxi? Are you his mistress, someone he can't keep in the open?"

She was furious and spewed out all sorts of vulgar and offensive language, making Zhou Yunwei's expression freeze.

Although she was born out of wedlock, she received a good education in aristocratic etiquette from a young age. In her anger just now, she only poured lemonade on Meng Shixian's head; she couldn't do anything more outrageous.

Moreover, she was influenced by the core socialist values ​​and received education in civility and good manners, so she should know how to conduct herself in public.

She cannot be assimilated by those who slip through the net of holistic education.

Wu Yue released her hand expressionlessly, and Meng Shixian trembled as she withdrew her wrist, which bore a red mark. She didn't want to experience that crushing pain again.

After a few words of banter, she was met with the girl's extremely indifferent gaze, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared. Instinctively, she hid behind Hai Ziming.

The burning pain in his arm reminded Hai Ziming of everything that had just happened. He licked his lips, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and looked at Wu Yue and the others.

A chili pepper outside the industry should also suit the tastes of the big shots.

"It's all a misunderstanding today. You two kids, can't we sit down and talk things over? My name is Hai Ziming, and I'm the president of Shengtian Entertainment. I promise you, I will allocate resources to Cheng Pingxi."

Meng Shixian had no idea what he was up to. She was incredulous when she heard what he said, and her pupils dilated in shock as she looked up.

Hai Ziming, that old fox, actually went back on his word! Could it be that he's taken a fancy to these two young girls?

Ha. What a scoundrel. He always likes young and beautiful women, and now he won't even let go of people outside the entertainment industry.

Wu Yue glanced indifferently at Hai Ziming, "Farewell forever."

Then, he pulled Zhou Yunwei back to her seat.

After the two left, Hai Ziming's heart pounded wildly in his chest. That fleeting glance, though indifferent, had captivated him to the core.

He couldn't help but lick his lips again, his eyes flashing with intense possessiveness.

Since they had almost finished eating, Hai Ziming paid the bill and left without bothering them.

Meng Shixian gritted her teeth in resentment and hurried after him in her crystal-encrusted high heels, calling out, "President Hai, President Hai, wait for me!"

Upon entering the basement, Hai Ziming suddenly pushed Meng Shixian into the car, pinning her down. His expression was wicked. "Judging by your appearance, you seem to know them? Do you know their names?"

Meng Shixian's shy expression suddenly froze. She stared directly into Hai Ziming's excited and intensely lustful gaze. She paused, lowered her delicate false eyelashes, and a hint of ruthlessness and resentment flashed in her eyes.

"We first met in Wucheng. She was with her boyfriend at the time, and we had a little argument."

"Because of Cheng Pingxi?"

"Yes..." Meng Shixian gritted her teeth, lying on the car seat wearing a V-neck top. Her long, wavy hair fell in front of her chest, giving her an alluring look of half-concealed beauty.

Hai Ziming narrowed his eyes dangerously. "So?"

He seemed to be losing patience, so Meng Shixian quickly recalled, "I...I remember now...she seems to have been on a variety show, yes, she's Cheng Pingxi's younger sister, her name is something like Wu Yue."

"Cheng Pingxi's younger sister, Wu Yue?"

Hai Ziming emphasized the name, repeating it over and over. Suddenly, he laughed out loud: "With this connection, things become much easier."