"Wu Yue?"

Cheng Xuanwu repeated those two words, his eyes darkening.

At that moment, Song Congbo felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. Although it only lasted for a moment, the urge to kneel down was real: "Pingxi's sister? Upstairs?"

Cheng Xuanwu narrowed his eyes slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "There's another one. Who is it?"

"?!"

How did Mr. Xuanwu know there was another one?

Why would he ask that?!

While Song Congbo was lost in thought, Cheng Xuanwu, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, moved through the crowd like a phantom and disappeared from Song Congbo's sight in the blink of an eye.

Song Congbo: ?

Song Congbo: ...

Is it because you're worried about Xiaoxi that you're hallucinating?

He turned around unsteadily and walked out.

He muttered to himself, "I was so worried that I had a mental breakdown. I thought I had really run into Mr. Cheng Xuanwu... Ah, I have to hurry back to the company."

On his way back, Song Congbo was bombarded with messages in the group chat by other team members and company executives.

Song Congbo was extremely anxious the whole way; his already bloodshot eyes looked even more terrifying now. The driver in front was a little frightened, fearing that the passenger in the back might suddenly turn into a vampire or zombie. That was truly terrifying.

Song Congbo rubbed his eyes roughly, trying to make himself more alert.

He can't break down, he can't fall. There are so many things he needs to handle. Song Congbo, stay calm!

Xiao Xi won't die! He'll definitely pull through! Everything will be alright!

Song Congbo gripped the flesh of his left arm tightly with his right index finger and thumb, like tightening a screw, until the pain clearly spread to every nerve ending in his body.

The man let out a long sigh of frustration.

Just then, a message popped up in Song Congbo's WeChat list from a friend he had added two years ago but had only exchanged one sentence with.

Han Fei, the big boss: The breach of contract penalty caused by Cheng Pingxi will be paid from my personal account.

Song Congbo clenched his fist, trying to calm himself down, and tapped the screen twice with his finger:

Song Congbo: Mr. Han, Cheng Pingxi's sister just said that their family will pay the breach of contract penalty. Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Han. I appreciate it on Xiaoxi's behalf.

The boss said he would reimburse the expenses of your artists?

This is absolutely terrifying!

Song Congbo wasn't blinded by those words; he had already prepared himself to be scolded by President Han.

To put it bluntly, Cheng Pingxi is now one of the company's cash cows. Not only will he have to stop work for a year, but he will also have to pay huge penalties for breach of contract. If this were a smaller company, it would probably have gone bankrupt.

But what does President Han mean by this?

Song Congbo was completely baffled—President Han and Xiao Xi didn't usually interact. Even if Xiao Xi was one of the company's top performers and a rising star with great potential, it didn't seem like President Han needed to use his personal savings to pay the breach of contract penalty for him. And judging from the tone, it didn't seem like it needed to be repaid.

Han Fei, the big boss: Miss Wu Yue saved me. Her friend, Mr. Yan, is also a former friend of mine. I will pay the breach of contract penalty.

Han Fei, the Big Boss: Don't reject me.

Song Congbo's heart skipped a beat. Looking at those three lines of text, he froze...

After a few seconds, he silently typed two words: Okay.

Then, he boldly told Han Fei about Wu Yue's plans for Cheng Pingxi's future.

Song Congbo: Mr. Han, what do you think?

Han Fei, the big boss: Take a vacation first; if that doesn't work, then retire from the entertainment industry. Issue a statement.

Song Congbo's eyes suddenly reddened.

Song Congbo: Thank you, Mr. Han.

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