"Remove it!"
"What...exactly do you dislike so much about that advertisement?"
What exactly was bothering Young Master?
Xiao Qing Yi was immensely frustrated, scratching his head harshly. His originally well-groomed hairstyle instantly became dishevelled.
Song Tian Mo glanced at him.
He gave a cold snort.
He stood up and strode out of the office.
What was it that was bothering him?
Everything was bothering him!
Every time he thought of Ling Fei in a wedding dress, held in the arms of that pretty boy and laughing so joyfully, an evil fire would rise within him. That pretty boy was the nation's dream man?
I can't believe it!
Xiao Qing Yi sat heavily back down in his chair.
Glaring at Song Tian Mo's departing figure, he once again scratched his hair roughly.
It was easier said than done.
Remove it?
Who else can we find to film it?