Sang Qian came out of the villa and saw Ji Chengzhou on the phone, his expression stern and his tone heavy. He said a few more words after seeing her before hanging up.
"Uncle Ming?" Sang Qian asked.
"Mm, told him to keep a better grip on the manor's atmosphere," he replied.
Sang Qian nodded. It really wasn't good for the servants to gossip like this. Ji Sangyu was still so young and could be easily led astray by them.
They got in the car, and roughly half an hour later, the vehicle stopped in a parking spot outside the gates of the film studio.
"I'm going now," Sang Qian greeted, preparing to get out of the car.
Ji Chengzhou frowned and spoke, "Just leaving like this?"
Sang Qian paused in the act of pushing open the car door and turned back, "How should I go then?"
Ji Chengzhou pressed his lips together and said nothing, only looking at her with a profound gaze.