Lin Yan went to look at Tiexi's project, drove around for a bit, and then headed to the company.
Cheng Xizhi's penalty fee just arrived, and he signed with Gravity Media.
Lin Yan let go easily, and people in the industry all said she was foolish; the money was right at her feet, and she didn't even bother to pick it up. No matter how many conflicts she had with Cheng Xizhi, she should have endured it for the sake of money.
Less than three days after the official announcement, the president of Gravity Media regretted it deeply.
Cheng Xizhi couldn't get any business resources, had no film contracts, and his commercial value was completely drained.
Ling Tingfeng walked in with a delicate wooden box in one hand, looking in a good mood, speaking gently and calmly, sweeping away the previous unpleasantness.
"I upset the beautiful lady, so I'm here to apologize."
Lin Yan looked up at the small box in Ling Tingfeng's hand. "Did I get upset? Why don't I remember?"
