"What if we can't get it?" Wan Shaohu poured cold water on Sang Ning's enthusiasm. Trying to dig up dirt on Qingyue in just a couple of days? Sang Ning was practically daydreaming.
"If we can't get it, then you can die with me! I can't survive in the entertainment industry anymore, so I might as well drag a few people down with me!" Sang Ning let out a few chilling laughs, her expression resembling that of a psychotic villain in a movie.
Wan Shaohu shivered, goosebumps rising all over his body. Sang Ning had gone mad—now even random stray dogs passing by might get bitten by her.
"Sang Ning, I still have to go to work. I don't have time to camp out with you. Can't you just find someone else?" Wan Shaohu softened his tone and begged.
Sang Ning nodded and said, "Fine. I'm a reasonable person. If you want to go to work, I'll drive you back right now."
"R-Really?" Wan Shaohu couldn't believe Sang Ning would let him off so easily.
