Rong Yan casually placed her hand on the steering wheel and found the car keys, "It's not your business, Mr. Wang is busy, and the company's artists aren't managed by you anyway."
"But after all, she is an artist from our company. I apologize for Jian Yao messing around with you in the store."
"I didn't take it to heart."
"Then..."
Rong Yan knew what she wanted to ask and didn't circle around three or four times before saying it, "You called about the awards dinner tonight, right?"
Wang Ying gave a bitter laugh, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
"Are you really not coming to the awards ceremony tonight? The organizers have already announced that you would attend. If you suddenly don't show up, it's hard for them to explain to the media. You know, ever since you transitioned to working behind the scenes, you haven't appeared publicly for a long time. When your fans heard you would attend, they were excited. Can you show up for them?"
