“…”
‘Crap,’ Manager Quang sighed and rubbed his mustache for a moment. He wasn’t going to get anything done now, dammit. Narrowing his eyes, he stared at all the boys for a moment and frowned. These boys need to learn to focus on the task at hand, not drop everything for a friend!
“It isn’t your issue. Besides! Look what happen! Ping Ping is a mess and you probably want to run to take care of that wet noodle, right? Huh? Yeah, that is what I thought.”
Manager Quang crossed his arms and huffed.
“This is a business. Clean yourself up and get ready. You’ll be going to the R.E.P Radio to talk about your single. We leave in 20 minutes.”
“…”
“What?!”
“Manager Quang,” Wen Dong held the older man’s stare for a while, but then let out a deep sigh, “Alright.”