This short exchange was an onslaught of attack after attack. Wei Qinghe’s expression warped with rage. His eyes widened considerably, his hands clenched into fists on the armrests of his chair, veins popping.
He was trying to hold it together.
Tang Youmin looked at Wei Qinghe’s state with unabated amusement.
"What about me?"
"Isn’t what I said right? You think just because you’re in VG and the entertainment circle, you can make a name for yourself? How is that possible, do you have the talent or ability? Do you have the money to keep advancing?"
"Do you have a proud background or power?"
"Let alone, your old mother is still waiting for you to bring money to prolong her life..."
Tang Youmin continued.
"You! You mother..."
There were limits to a person’s patience, and Wei Qinghe, young and fiery as he was, had already reached his. He sprung up from his chair, clutching Tang Youmin’s collar with one hand, the whites of his eyes now laced with bloodshot veins.
How dare he?
Attacking her time and again.
Tang Youmin looked at Wei Qinghe in this state, knowing full well he was about to be hit but was still smiling. He chose not to fight back.
Yes, that’s it.
Get mad, then hit me, and let the security camera in this soundproof break room capture everything.
Then I’ll get someone from the crew to fetch the tape and send it over to the journalists.
I want to see how you’ll defend yourself then!
"Why are you cursing for no reason? What are you getting mad at me for? Is what I said not the truth? Where did I defame you?"
"Your mother..."
Thud.
Before Tang Youmin could finish his sentence, Wei Qinghe’s fist swung heavily into the side of his face.
A muffled sound echoed in the quiet break room.
It was over.
All over.
After punching Tang Youmin, Wei Qinghe’s arm fell limp. His hand still clenched around Tang Youmin’s collar, his head drooped, his long hair covering his despondent eyes.
With this stain in Tang Youmin’s hand, who knew what he would do to him in the future.
"Hahaha."
Tang Youmin, having been punched, didn’t get mad but instead laughed.
Making Wei Qinghe want to strike him again.
One punch was a punch, two punches were also a punch.
"Wait, you can’t go in there, they are..." A faint voice came from the closed door nearby, followed by the click of the door opening.
Yu Ting came in under the glow of the setting sun, seeing the scene in the break room without any apparent shock. She raised an eyebrow dramatically.
Action was already taken so soon...
Then she closed the door again.
Locked.
The two men’s actions were temporarily halted by Yu Ting’s sudden arrival.
Then they saw the woman not hurrying over to them, but instead she looked around the entire break room, found her target, and pulled the plug of the surveillance camera.
The black three-hole plug fell onto the ground.
Then Yu Ting found a chair to sit down, crossed her legs, and told Wei Qinghe, "You continue."
Tang Youmin: ?
"What the hell are you doing?"
Who has ever heard of a company’s boss encouraging their artist to hit people?
Doesn’t she worry it would tarnish their future careers?
"What I’m doing..." Yu Ting rested her head on her hand, looking at Tang Youmin with a certain seriousness on her delicate face.
"What are you doing? Hmm? Bullying my company’s people again and again? Who gave you the guts?"
"It may require some thoughts to deal with a Southwest Entertainment."
"How much money do I need to subdue you?"
...
"Wei Qinghe, continue."
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