1727. Mu Anran, stop pretending to be so noble!
"Since I've signed a five-year contract with Miss Ananlin, I absolutely won't miss any work I'm supposed to do."
Upon hearing this, An Luobai couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, "Mu Anran, stop acting so high and mighty! When you set us up at the academic conference back then, I didn't see you being so fair and impartial."
Mu Anran frowned, looking at An Luobai:
Did this man take the wrong medicine?
If it weren't for him causing such a mess, she'd be at the studio by now, celebrating with her team.
Does she have to come here and look at his face?
Seeing Mu Anran remain silent, An Luobai assumed she felt guilty: "I'm telling you, I won't accept you as my manager. Don't even think about getting any information from me about Ah Biao's case; I won't say a single word to you."
Who knows, once he tells her, she might just turn against him the moment she steps out.
An Luobai sat in the chair, feeling irritated, crossing his arms:
