Zhang Qingqing walked out of the studio crying. No matter how the young assistant tried to comfort her, she refused to stop. Only after turning a corner in the hallway did she wipe away her tears and glare resentfully behind her.
"Not a single one of them came after me?!"
"Is this entire production crew dead?!"
The young assistant frowned at her words. "Sister Qingqing, it won't do you any good to fall out with Director Liu!"
"Did I want to fall out with him?!" Zhang Qingqing glared over with eyes still red from crying, her face full of arrogance. "He actually said my acting was awkward, and he even took Li Jingfei's side—that old woman's! How could I not get mad?!"
"Call President Li right now. Let's see what he has to say. Is one million in investment some trivial amount? Can't it even buy me a little face?!"
Left with no choice, the young assistant dialed the number. It rang for a long time before someone finally answered.
Before Zhang Qingqing could speak, a vicious voice came through the phone. "Bitch, I'm warning you. If you can film this show, then film it. If not, get the hell out right now. If you pull any more stunts and get kicked out, you'll compensate me for the one million I lose!"
Zhang Qingqing was dumbfounded.
Before she came here, he had been calling her baby nonstop. How could he turn on her just like that?!
She refused to believe it and tentatively tried acting coquettish. "President Li, don't you like me anymore? Why are you being so fierce? You're scaring me!"
A cold sneer came from the phone. "Zhang Qingqing, could you have a little self-awareness?! You think I really like you? Plastic faces like yours are everywhere in