Shen Chaoxi stood up straight, her dark eyes briefly passing over the assistant who had just pushed her.
Right hand, huh?
The two assistants beside Yang Yaya were former members of her singing group, and given the group's mediocre performance, naturally, they were all eager to crawl their way in with Yaya's success.
"You think you've got a choice?" Yang Yaya commanded arrogantly, then stepped aside.
Her two assistants and several bodyguards took a step forward.
"Such a pretty face, what a pity for that little face of yours!"
Shen Chaoxi took another step back, her expression serious, making her appear somewhat timid.
Especially with her pair of excessively bright black eyes, which looked innocent no matter how you viewed them.
"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police, afraid it'll ruin your image?" Shen Chaoxi directed this question at Yang Yaya.
Yang Yaya laughed heartily, her crimson lips quivering rapidly.