Little Sang wasn't so easy to schedule a meeting with.
He'd admit to things he'd done, but no one could pin something on him that he hadn't.
"Please tell President Chen that this is all a misunderstanding. We have no prior grudges or recent conflicts, so why would I target him? I'm busy with work at the end of the year and don't have time to meet for now. I appreciate his kind offer, and I'll be sure to treat him to a meal once I'm free."
His friend was just a messenger. After relaying the response, he didn't press the matter, simply suggesting they get tea some other time before hanging up.
Sang Yuan sounded exasperated and wrongly accused on the phone, but his face darkened the moment he hung up.
'I can't believe Sister Wei is so unreliable! She hasn't even gotten the job done, and someone's already come knocking—and it's the wrong person entirely!'
'So precision strikes in the entertainment industry come with collateral damage?'
