Pei Wen grabbed the old lady beside her, as if clutching at a lifeline, and dragged the whole group of more than ten people onto the stage.
The old ladies who had been extremely arrogant before seemed like frostbitten eggplants, completely wilted. Even the young girls who had been sobbing non-stop stopped their crying.
An Yiqing cast a meaningful glance over them, her gaze finally resting on Cai Ziyu and her manager, who were sitting behind the chairman's desk.
"Miss Cai, do you have anything to say?"
Cai Ziyu stiffened, her hands clutching tightly at the hem of her clothes under the table. She remembered what that woman had said to her a few days ago: as long as she succeeded this time, her career in the entertainment industry would be smooth sailing, and even without that rich second-generation boyfriend, she could become part of the elite. But if she failed, her career would be truly ruined.
Biting her teeth fiercely, Cai Ziyu had made up her mind.
