The two far-fetched dialogues undoubtedly made both people who were about to leave pause in their tracks.
Sang Qiao's red lips gently curled up with a slight extent, "Then you two have a good life, no need to explain to me."
Meng Jiahe couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter, "That's right, live well. In the future, I'll be even clearer, not only will I not contact or meet Fu Xing, but I'll also turn down any related cooperation, and I hope your housefly doesn't shamelessly drag me into it."
As soon as Fu Xing heard this, he immediately became anxious. They were all in the entertainment industry, and there was bound to be some level of cooperation.
With Meng Jiahe's current status, her statement was clear—she intended to refuse all roles involving him, which would definitely entail a greater loss for him than for her.
"There's no need to go to such extremes..."
