"You are my signed artist, what's wrong with what I have done?"
Chen Xingyan looked deep into An Zihao's eyes; she didn't want to miss the slightest change in his expression. A moment later, she said in a weak voice, "Annie said that you've been biased towards me."
"You're my signed artist. If I want to be biased, what can she do about it?" As An Zihao spoke, he began to sound like a military general that found it hard to understand his own reasoning.
Chen Xingyan looked at An Zihao seriously. Without a word, she let out a slight sob and lay down on the bed, "Go do what you need to do. I'm going to get some sleep."
An Zihao originally wanted to say something else. But, at a time like this, he couldn't let his guard down as there was too much drama happening on the outside.
Chen Xingyan was in quite a predicament. On one hand, she was upset because of the humiliation she had suffered, but on the other, her heart was slightly moved by all that An Zihao had done for her.
