He Jianing stood outside the door, mentally preparing himself for ages before his expression looked less ferocious.
He tapped at his phone, repeatedly messaging the person pinned to the top of his contacts.
"Daddy, I don't know why Yu Zhiwei keeps picking on me. Sob, sob, you have to stand up for me."
"She's promoting a ship with Yue Lan right now. If it's inconvenient for you to intervene, Daddy, just forget it. I'm fine. Your career matters most."
He sent more than a dozen messages in a row.
Over ten minutes passed. The entire chat window contained nothing but his messages; the other person never replied.
He Jianing frowned.
Maybe his wife was beside him, leaving him no time to reply.
He would just wait a little longer, then.
Meanwhile, in a VIP room at a nightclub.
A man was tightly bound, kneeling on the floor and trembling.
In the corner of his eye were a pair of long legs in sharply pressed suit trousers, crossed over each other.
His gaze moved farther up-
Qin Zheng pushed up the silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, his lips curving slightly as he looked down at him.
The man immediately shuddered.
"Assistant Qin, please, have mercy. If those things get out, I'll... I'll be completely finished."
"Heh!"
Qin Zheng sneered.
Zhan Ying picked up a thin blanket and tossed it, covering the young woman cowering on the bed with precision.
He stepped over the blue pills scattered across the floor, swiping through his phone with his head lowered and a contemptuous smile on his face.
"What would your wife think if she saw these?"
The man went rigid, bowing even lower.
He knew perfectly well how he had climbed to his current position.
His entertainment company had gone from complete obscurity to