952 We Don't Want This Artist Anymore

Ten minutes later, Linda knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Linda pushed the door open and saw the man sitting at the desk. She went straight to the point. "Chairman Zhao, why are you looking for me?"

She had already guessed it.

She'd known Zhao Kai for many years. They weren't just boss and subordinate, but also friends.

They knew each other well.

"You don't have to address me as 'you'. It sounds awkward. There are no outsiders here." Zhao Kai pointed to the sofa. "Sit down first. What do you want to drink?"

Linda sat down at the side and shook her head. "There's no need for that. Chairman Zhao, just tell me what you're looking for me for. You know my personality, I don't like to beat around the bush."

"Alright, then." Zhao Kai was a person who liked to be straightforward. After she sat down, he said, "The artiste you just signed, what's her name again? Her surname is Qiao, right?"