Right now, Yun Qiluo’s mind was full of fear, fear that she would cause the beautiful woman to lose money because of her.
Although she also wanted to beat up the bad manager, when it came to contracts and financial penalties... she was too scared.
The thought that because of her, the beautiful woman might lose ten million and go bankrupt, and they would end up sleeping under a bridge along with Big Flower and Erhua potentially starving from lack of money, overwhelmed her.
Luo Luo’s eyes couldn’t help but redden, blaming herself for causing trouble. Why did she have to join this live streaming event? Now it’s a disaster, she’ll definitely bring ruin to the beautiful woman!
Yan Yan didn’t expect that before he even said anything, the little one in his arms had already started to tear up.
Seeing her so aggrieved, his chest tightened with an ache as if his heart was being squeezed.
He reached out, ruffled her hair, and pulled her into his embrace.
In a low voice, he asked, "Why are you crying?"
Yun Qiluo sniffed her reddened little nose and mumbled, "Beautiful one, it’s my fault, I’m going to make you bankrupt."
What kind of wild imagination was going on in her little head again!
Just ten million, how could that bankrupt him? It’s hardly even a scratch.
To him, ten million was like ten dollars to an ordinary person.
Moreover, he wasn’t going to pay that ten million.
The man’s phoenix eyes flickered slightly, and he gently said, "Don’t worry, there’s no need to pay."
Halfway through crying, Yun Qiluo lifted her face, looked at him with disbelief, "Really?"
Her voice was choked with sobs, soft and tender.
It melted Yan Yan’s heart, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes and pinch her little reddened cheeks.
Only then did Yun Qiluo feel slightly better, obediently nodding: "Mhm."
"No need to pay? Impossible, you’re already in breach of contract," Manager Song was amused by Yan Yan’s nonchalant tone, "The contract clearly states that you must cooperate with the platform’s work plan. Now I have important matters to discuss with you, yet you plan to leave early. Isn’t that a breach?"
Perhaps it was because Yan Yan was there, Yun Qiluo grew bolder and retorted, "You just asked me to a dinner, how is that an important matter?" This content belongs to novel[f]ire.net
Then she turned and complained in a soft and childish voice to the man, "Beautiful one, this manager is so mean, he keeps insisting that those people drag me into the car, saying if I don’t go, he’ll shut me down."
A dangerous, dark gleam flickered in Yan Yan’s eyes as he gently stroked her soft hair, his voice still soft: "Good, I got it."
Then he lazily lifted his wicked phoenix eyes, giving Manager Song a casual glance.
"You’re the manager of Youyu Live Streaming Platform?"
Manager Song inexplicably felt a chill down his spine from the look, but still instinctively replied proudly, "Of course."
Yan Yan didn’t speak further, instead, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Find out who the boss of the Youyu Live Streaming Platform is and get him over here," he leaned against the car, absentmindedly twirling a lock of Yun Qiluo’s hair around his finger, and said lazily, "If he’s not here in ten minutes, let’s have them declare bankruptcy by tomorrow."
Manager Song was momentarily stunned, then laughed as if he had heard a joke: "Who do you think you are, that my uncle would just come because you say so? And bankrupt, are you kidding me?"
He was very clear about the strength of the company he was part of.