When they arrived at the car Yu Manting called for.
Ye Yuwei was even more surprised—it was a high-end business Tesla.
This car was only used by the company for the most significant events.
A chauffeur in a black suit gracefully opened the car door for them.
It was like welcoming a prince and his princess.
Ye Yuwei suddenly had a feeling: if she were truly positioned as the consort of the king, then her fans might end up supporting Manting alongside her, while Manting's fans could only casually support her when voting.
After all, no matter how beautiful the queen is, she's merely the woman by the king's side. And the king is not necessarily faithful.
"Manting, is this orchestrated by the company?"
"Yuwei, you're so clever, nothing gets past you. I'm sorry."
Ye Yuwei went silent for a moment. She couldn't blame Manting; it was all for the sake of profit.
"Manting, is the company planning to promote you now?"
