Sang Qiao didn't feel it was appropriate to intervene in the unverified personal affairs of entertainers, "Let Liao Liao pay more attention to him."
"Yes." The middle-aged woman immediately left and went downstairs to assign the task.
Sang Qiao opened recent company data and reviewed it. Lin Weichen and Li Qingyan's recent shootings had been very stable, and both of them had been quite diligent.
She sent an email to their respective managers arranging for them to select new resources.
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Jiang Chaoyuan was sitting on the steps with a dejected mood, his eyes fixed on the sunset in the sky, deep in thought, when suddenly a figure approached him.
"What's happened to make you so down?" Liao Liao sat next to him and asked.
Having managed Jiang Chaoyuan for so many years, it was the first time she saw him this disheartened; his performance that day had even surprised her—the kid nearly secured the center position.
