As Tang Song's calm voice rang out, the atmosphere in the private room immediately lightened.
Cheng Qiuqiu looked up at his sharply defined profile.
The dim yellow light softened his outline, while his clear black-and-white eyes held a steady composure that put people at ease.
All her unease gradually faded, replaced by a sense of security she had never felt before.
The fiery hand at her waist tightened slightly. Cheng Qiuqiu's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and her full chest rose and fell faintly.
An indescribable flutter flickered in her eyes.
"President Tang!" A hoarse voice shattered the brief silence.
Qin Fengyu rushed forward as if he were about to kneel, but two men in black suit raised their hands at once and pinned him down, leaving him unable to move.
Xu An, beside him, let out a low cry and abruptly backed away. He lowered his head to stare at the floor, his eyes full of fear.
He was terrified that Tang Song or those men in black suit would notice him.
Qin Fengyu's face flushed red as he said in a low voice, "President Tang, it was all a misunderstanding! I really treated you as a friend. I'll drink that bottle of vodka right now! The filming permit for Snowy Night Mist, I'll have it tomorrow—"
Tang Song turned slightly and raised a hand to cut him off, then put an arm around Cheng Qiuqiu and headed outside.
He had no regard whatsoever for a second-generation heir who muddled around the entertainment industry and had such terrible conduct. Nor did he think the other man was qualified to be his friend.
Qin Fengyu stood where he was, his face shifting between green and white.
Intense shame and humiliation surged through him. He wanted to say something, but when he saw