A hint of secret joy flashed across Yang Bingbing's face at the thought that Du Muchen remembered her.
He even glanced at the people present with a hint of smugness.
"Young Master Chen, you have such a good memory."
Du Muchen smiled and narrowed his eyes: "I could hear all this commotion from far away. What happened?"
Sister Yang was speechless. It was really not easy for Du Muchen to know about such a disgraceful thing.
Du Muchen is an artist under Jiashang Media.
But Zhou Hongwei always treated him with utmost respect, as if he were an ancestor, addressing him as "Young Master Chen" repeatedly.
They even privately told everyone in the company not to bother that guy unless it was absolutely necessary.
Therefore, everyone knows the truth.
Du Muchen may appear to be involved in the entertainment industry, but his background is actually quite deep.
"It was Yafei's dress that was ruined."
A little girl next to me replied blankly.
He stared at Du Muchen with a look of infatuation.
Ahhh
Du Muchen, it's the real, living Du Muchen.
The man I used to only see on TV is now standing right in front of me.
Her heart was pounding like a drum, and the little girl still felt that the scene in front of her was unreal.
Bai Qianmo glanced at Du Muchen indifferently, and the other party's detailed information quickly appeared in her mind.
Before joining Jiashang Media, she did a lot of research on celebrities in the entertainment industry.
She knows all the artists under Jia Shang Media, especially those who are even slightly famous.
The man before you is none other than Du Muchen, the currently popular and newly crowned Best Actor.
He was exceptionally handsome, with an air of ascetic elegance.
But a cunning and sharp edge was hidden in those clear eyes.
At this moment, the people sent by Zhou Hongwei arrived just in time.
The assistant in the lead was slightly taken aback when he saw Du Muchen was also there.
This guy rarely shows his face.
What brings him here today?
The assistant stepped forward and greeted Du Muchen respectfully.
"Young Master Chen, you're here too."
"Yeah, I just happened to be passing by," Du Muchen replied casually.
The assistant didn't dare say anything more.
He turned his head to ask about the situation, and after understanding the details, he looked at Rong Yu.
"I heard your mother is in the hospital and urgently needs money for surgery?"
Rong Yu frowned slightly. What did this have to do with the dress being torn?
"yes!"
Although he didn't understand what the other person meant, he still nodded truthfully.
The assistant smirked and said dismissively, "How much did they pay you to sabotage Miss Yafei's dress?"
"You're lying, I didn't!" Rong Yu's eyes were bloodshot as he glared angrily at the other person.
The assistant chuckled: "Young man, I have evidence to back up my claim. If you're smart, you should admit your mistake."
Rong Yu glared at them angrily: "Fine, then produce the evidence."
The assistant sneered and pulled a document from the folder.
"This was given to me by your agent. He said it was found in your backpack. Do you have anything else to say?"
Upon seeing the document, Rong Yu's face turned deathly pale.
“I admit that I did contact other media companies privately, but I did not sign this contract, and it has nothing to do with the dress being damaged.”
The assistant's expression turned cold: "As an artist, instead of doing your job properly, you're running errands for others. Is that acceptable?"
"And what a coincidence, the dress had an accident right in your hands. Putting all of this together, isn't the evidence obvious enough?"
The assistant pressed him for answers, but Rong Yu shook his head repeatedly, his eyes glistening with tears.
"I didn't! I didn't do it!"
The assistant pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a soft scoff.
"Rong Yu, you're fired. Also, this dress is estimated to be worth around 230,000 yuan. The company will not cover this loss. You'll have to negotiate with the brand yourself."
After handling the matter swiftly and efficiently, the assistant said goodbye to Du Muchen and prepared to leave with his men.
"He didn't damage the clothes."
Her voice was as light as the wind, yet it exuded confidence.
All eyes turned to the person who had spoken.
Bai Qianmo lazily squinted her eyes, straightened up, and slowly walked towards Yang Bingbing and Rong Yu.
Her gaze lowered slightly, landing on the dress in Rong Yu's hand.
"Who are you?"
Yang Bingbing's eyes darted back and forth between Rong Yu and Bai Qianmo.
They are of similar age and have striking good looks.
They really look like a perfect match standing together.
"You two aren't a couple, are you?"
Yang Bingbing took the initiative, drawing skeptical glances from everyone present.
Bai Qianmo curled her lips, a chill flashing in her clear eyes.
"You speak so casually, how credible can you be?"
Yang Bingbing's plump face stiffened slightly.
Then, as if enraged, he glared fiercely at Bai Qianmo.
"If not, why did you stand up for him?"
Bai Qianmo glanced at her with a half-smile: "Before the truth comes out, he is just a suspect. Why can't I speak up for him?"
Yang Bingbing's face turned ashen as Bai Qianmo repeatedly cut her off with her words.
"Hmph, the clothes were in his hands, and now they're snagged. Who else could it be but him?"
Bai Qianmo ignored her and looked at the young man in front of her.
"Did you take the clothes from the brand?"
Rong Yu gave Bai Qianmo a deep look and subconsciously shook his head.
"It was Sister Yang who gave it to me."
Yang Bingbing's expression suddenly changed, and she glared fiercely at Rong Yu.
"What, trying to throw mud at me?"
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