"Why should I apologize? Does she deserve it?" Zhou Yuwei said this, but he was still afraid.
He didn't want to apologize, but he was also afraid of being shelved by the company.
He feared becoming irrelevant, having spent years abroad as a trainee, finally becoming popular, and didn't want to end this streak.
"You want to end it by not apologizing, right! OK! If you want to self-destruct, what can I do? The company will have to cut ties with you and give your resources to others who are more obedient."
Shen Berlin, the manager, had some clout. He had managed to bring up an Emperor winner, a rising starlet, and Zhou Yuwei, a superstar.
There were also two promising artists in his hand.
Since Zhou Yuwei became famous, he grew increasingly arrogant and willful. Shen Berlin had warned him more than once, and now indeed, trouble had been stirred up.
Shen Berlin's phone suddenly rang, halting what he was about to say, as he looked at a message from a good friend.
