Who Allowed You to Touch My Things?

For a small artiste like Song Ke, if she didn't know what was good for her, it wouldn't be as simple as just removing her spot on a variety show.

After the staff member finished speaking, he ignored her and left.

Little Xiao and Qiao Anxin had yet to leave when they witnessed the scene of Mo Yesi kicking Song Ke. Both of their expressions turned ugly.

They were a little shocked.

"Song Ke, I think you'd better hurry up and pack up." Little Xiao looked down at her as if trying to persuade her. As if it was for her own good. "That person was right just now. You'd better do as Mr. Mo says, or else you'll be the one suffering."

"Little Xiao, don't f*cking gloat." Song Ke gritted her teeth and glared at her. "Even if I'm unlucky, do you think you'll be any better? And you, too, Qiao Anxin. I can tell what you're thinking. Do you think Qiao Mianmian can't?

"You lust after her man. Do you think she'll make it easy for you?