Fainting

"Dead," Ye Cheng said flatly as he wiped his hands with a piece of tissue.

Zhuang Ning could not help but raise her voice as she asked, "Dead? How could someone die so young?"

Ye Cheng raised his head and asked suspiciously, "How did you know she was young?"

Zhuang Ning's expression froze for a moment before she said, "There aren't many managers who are old. For someone like your sister, her manager shouldn't be old."

Ye Cheng nodded. "You're right."

"How did she die?" Zhuang Ning asked persistently.

Ye Cheng frowned. "I think she died in a fire. I'm not sure about the specifics. Your Xiao Peng used to be her assistant. Did she not mention it to you before? I didn't expect that the little assistant would become a manager in less than two years. Moreover, you're even the first artiste whom she's managing. She's really lucky to have you."

A smile appeared on Ye Cheng's face after she finished speaking.