Feeling wronged, he habitually sought out Ye Xingbei to vent.
He hoped to get help from Ye Xingbei and Ye Xingbei's studio.
Deep down, he vaguely felt that as long as Ye Xingbei was willing to lend a hand, this matter could definitely be resolved smoothly.
However, Ye Xingbei told him that there was no longer any relationship between them.
He wouldn't receive any help from Ye Xingbei or her studio.
Breaking the contract, does it have to be this absolute?
Can't we even be friends?
His heart ached, and he found it hard to breathe smoothly.
In a daze, he heard the sound of a door opening.
He quickly turned his head to look.
Jee Zhenyu came out of her father's office crying, one side of her face swollen with obvious finger marks.
"Zhenyu!" He was taken aback, rushing over with concern, reaching out to touch her face, "What happened? Did Uncle Jee hit you?"
