Lu Qingqing and Song Xiufeng had just left for abroad when Song Xiuluan reached the Ning Mansion, only to find that they had just missed each other.
Seeing the frustration on his face, Ning Anping couldn't help but smile, "You're out of luck. Your brother and Qingqing have just left, probably haven't reached the airport yet. Do you need something?"
"I wanted to discuss the prospects of the film and television industry with my older brother," Song Xiuluan recently felt a pressure.
This pressure was subtle, yet omnipresent.
Ning Anping poured him a cup of tea, "As long as you conduct business properly, no matter what industry you are in, there is no need to worry, the same goes for the film and television industry. I heard from your brother that he advised you to straighten out the company. How is it going? You need to clear out those who evade taxes, use drugs, solicit prostitutes, or cheat in relationships. Don't let one rotten apple spoil the whole barrel."
