Sang Yanqing remained silent.
She had noticed upon entering that Si Fuqing's computer screen was filled with strings of characters, resembling code rather than any recognizable language.
When Yu Xiheng had approached her, he had merely asked her to manage a star.
Was this merely managing a star?!
The door was knocked.
"I'll get it," Sang Yanqing stood up to open the door.
The person outside was disheveled, with scratches on her face and neck.
It was Feng Peizhi.
Her face lit up with joy upon seeing the door open, "Qingqing, I've come to see you, I—"
Her words halted abruptly upon seeing Sang Yanqing, her expression turning to one of almost fright: "Sang, Sang..."
"So, you're Feng Peizhi," Sang Yanqing's eyes narrowed. "What's the matter, regretting your actions and crawling back to my artist? What's that you see there?"
Feng Peizhi looked down dumbfoundedly.
The ground was bare, nothing was there.