Backstage, the agent finally caught Lu Zhiang, muttering with saliva flying, "Zhiang, why did you do this at the concert? Do you know that my phone has been bombarded by the media? The company hasn't even prepared any emergency measures, and the Internet is about to explode..."
His face was full of headache, his temple swollen, as he continued pulling at the man's sleeve, "I have already set low enough expectations for you. Zhiang, please at least tell me next time before you come up with any ideas. Let's discuss together, you don't want to ruin your career just because of a romance, right? Even if you don't care, at least think about An Nan and the others. Tell me in advance next time, so I can prepare emergency measures beforehand."
"By the way, let's unify our stance. Zhiang, when did you and Miss Lin start liking each other?"
He never even considered that before this bold and romantic declaration Lu Zhiang was unsure if Lin Anxin would accept.
