"No need for your concern, Director Ye."
This time, Yu Na couldn't hold back and responded directly to Ye Wuge.
Because her mouth was swollen from being hit, she spoke with a lisp.
"Tsk, does plastic surgery also thicken your skin?" Ye Wuge sneered, "I'm worried for my Little An'an, you know. Having someone use her face every day - oh, not imitate, but use her name, it's upsetting."
No one likes having their face and name used by someone else every day.
He didn't care in front of the media, but An Ziqi was the one involved, and even if she was uncomfortable, she couldn't do anything.
If she were to take action, the media would certainly make headlines, claiming that she was narrow-minded, intentionally bullying a newcomer.
"You..." Yu Na's face turned ashen, almost speechless from Ye Wuge's retort.
Grinding her teeth, she said, "Director Ye, I don't recall ever offending you."