"Qiao Jing, don't worry about those things online, I'll handle it here. How could I possibly fall for you with those paparazzi spreading rumors? I was too soft on them earlier, I should have known—"
He hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted.
"Hey, hey, hey, manager!"
Suddenly, the voice on the other end of the phone changed.
"Miss Qiao, hello."
Qiao Jing hummed in response and glanced at Zhan Nanqing, who was still snacking next to her, then walked a bit farther away with her phone.
"Hello."
She had wanted to contact her subordinates to deal with this, but given the current situation, it seemed she didn't need to handle it herself.
The manager cleared his throat and spoke seriously,
