Hearing Ye Feng's anxious voice, Nangong Yu frowned, his thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was cold.

"Now, immediately notify the company's public relations department to draft a termination agreement and release it to minimize the losses caused by this incident."

Also, please inform the company behind Jinqicheng that they must compensate our company for the damage to our image and emotional distress. Otherwise, see you in court!

Ye Feng nodded on the other end of the phone. Before he could speak, his secretary placed a tablet in front of him.

Upon seeing the words on the screen, Ye Feng's heart sank: "President, Xinyue Entertainment has just released a statement announcing the termination of its contract with Jin Qicheng. Jin Qicheng no longer belongs to Xinyue Entertainment."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu's sharply defined face remained expressionless.

"I understand. We'll talk about the compensation when I get back. For now, send out the termination notice. Also, book me the first flight tomorrow."

"Yes, President!"

After hanging up the phone, Nangong Yu sat at his desk and opened Weibo.

Jin Qicheng is currently dominating the top five trending topics.

The hashtag #JinQichengDrugUse# has gone viral.

Can I eat you today?: "#JinQiChengDrugAddict #DrugAddictsAreBlackForLife [Goodbye]"

Chenchen's Little Cutie: "#Jin Qicheng is doing drugs# Are they all crazy? Why do they have to do drugs of all things?"

I want to change my name: "#JinQiChengDrugUse# Do you have too much money and don't know what to do with it? Why do you have to do drugs? Is it fun?"

I love Jin Qicheng: "#JinQichengDrugUse# Chengcheng, you have disappointed us so much. You knew it was drugs, you knew you would be finished once it was exposed, why did you still use it?"

Mr. Huang: "#JinqichengDrugUse##JinqichengXinyueContractTermination# Indeed, only when something happens can you see people's true colors."

"..."

After casually scrolling through a few meaningless comments, Nangong Yu tossed his phone aside and rubbed his eyes wearily.

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Song Yuli, his face flushed from the steam, tiptoed in.

Seeing Nangong Yu sitting wearily at his desk, Song Yuli was taken aback.

Normally, Nangong Yu is always cold and aloof, giving people a feeling of being high and mighty and unapproachable. But at this moment, he gives Song Yuli the feeling of being exhausted.

Nangong Yu looked up at Song Yuli and saw that her hair was still dripping wet. He frowned, stood up, pulled her to sit down, and then turned on the hairdryer, focusing on drying Song Yuli's hair.

Looking at Nangong Yu in the mirror, Song Yu opened her mouth as if to say something, but the sound of the hairdryer was too loud, so she had to shut her mouth and focus on looking at Nangong Yu in the mirror.

Her slender fingers brushed through her hair, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and her expression was focused.

Looking at Nangong Yu like this, Song Yuli felt his heart race.

He's so handsome, and such a nice person. I really like him, I like him so much.

After a while, when Song Yuli's hair was half dry, Nangong Yu turned off the hairdryer, picked up a comb, and gently combed Song Yuli's hair.

Without the buzzing of the hairdryer, the bedroom became quiet, so quiet that Song Yuli felt a little uncomfortable.

Looking in the mirror at Nangong Yu combing her hair, she suddenly remembered how tired he looked earlier and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you very tired? Why don't you get some rest and don't worry about me?"