"Wanna redeem the reputation of Emperor Entertainment? Your words sound nice, but how much influence can one person have on Emperor Entertainment if they couldn't even secure a contract? Don't flatter yourself, acting as if you're concerned about the company. I know your true intentions better than anyone. You're just using Emperor Entertainment's name to save face. Do you think I don't know?" Lin Xuan sneered, his voice filled with sarcasm and not a hint of softness.

His complexion became increasingly unpleasant to look at.

Secretary Ding was trembling with fear outside the door, thinking about what Lin Xuan had said about calling Zhao Ye whenever he got angry. He quickly picked up the phone and called Zhao Ye.

Just finished taking a shower and was about to blow dry my hair when I heard the phone ringing. Zhao Ye picked up his phone and saw that it was Secretary Ding calling. He sighed, answered the call, and before she could say anything, he said, "I'll be right there" and hung up. Ever since Lin Xuan became the CEO of Di Entertainment, every time Secretary Ding called him, it was always to ask him to help calm down Lin Xuan's anger, so he wouldn't drive away anymore employees. And every time she called him, it was at a time when he was in a bad mood and didn't feel like going out.

"So willful, how can you be a good CEO of 'Empire Entertainment'?" While complaining, Zhao Ye felt a bit happy in his heart. It was rare to have someone willing to do so much for him.

After simply changing clothes, she called her assistant to come and pick her up. She went downstairs and got into the car, heading straight to the Emperor Entertainment building. As soon as she stepped into the 22nd floor, she could hear the sounds of Lin Xuan cursing at someone.

Zhao Ye's usually expressionless face showed signs of crumbling. Lin Xuan's office had the best sound insulation, so it must have been intentional to achieve this kind of effect in a place like this.

"Zhaotian King, you've arrived," seeing Zhaoye, the secretary grabbed onto a lifeline and hurriedly rushed to his side.

"Mhmm." Zhao Ye replied softly as he walked and asked, "Why is Lin Xuan angry again?"

"The thing is, in order to save face, they smeared the name of Gu Lan'an, who did not sign a contract after the finals. But who would have thought that Gu Lan'an himself would come forward to clarify, and it was even revealed that he is the heir of Heng'an Group." The secretary finished speaking in one breath and let out a sigh.

Gu Lan'an. Zhao Ye furrowed his brows slightly. This person actually has such a high net worth. Was all that talk before meant to imply that he wanted to play with him? Heh... Zhao Ye mockingly curled his lips without leaving any trace. He had been completely puzzled by Gu Lan'an's strange behavior and sudden confession back then, but now he understood completely. Rich second generations always liked to indulge in romantic affairs without any scruples. (Note: Zhao Ye thinking this way is not because he is biased against rich second generations, but because he had once been approached by a rich second generation for a confession, and he ended up beating that person.)

Lin Xuan, who was proficient in cursing people, saw Zhao Ye walking in from outside the door with a dry cough, and his insults intensified. He was just about to pounce on him and have a brawl to vent his anger.

As soon as Zhao Ye entered the door and saw him like this, he closed his eyes and softly uttered, "Lin Xuan."

"Zhao Ye, why have you come?" Lin Xuan feigned surprise and glanced at the secretary behind Zhao Ye, asking, "Did you bring Zhao Ye here? Why would you bother him with such a trivial matter again?"

"I...," the secretary wanted to cry but had no tears. I clearly acted according to your instructions."

"Alright, stop making things difficult for her." Zhaoyue didn't expose his little trick and said to the secretary assistant, smoothing things over, "You guys can go now."

Glancing at Lin Xuan, he felt relieved when Lin Xuan waved his hand, so he loosened his grip and left with a cold expression on his face.