"Okay, after today, I won't mention it again," Leng Jianing said softly, "because I can see clearly what kind of man my brother is."
"Leng Jianing" Leng Jianan shouted lowly
Leng Jianing still said: "It turns out that this is how he abandoned the woman who once gave him happiness. After being favored by other women, Mr. Leng, how much comfort money will he get? Millions or tens of millions?
But this woman who just gave birth to your child yesterday can only go to work hard today. Do you know that confinement is equally important to a woman's body?"
"That's enough." Leng Jianan stopped her, anger flowing on his face. It was okay not to mention the child, but he became irritable when he mentioned it.
"Even if that woman dies, I will no longer have anything to do with me." Leng Jianan said with extreme determination.
Leng Jianing looked at him in surprise
At the right time, the phone rang. Leng Jianan strode to the desk, grabbed it, and answered the phone in a rough voice.
There was a conversation over there, and Leng Jianan was silent for a while. Then he only heard him say with a sullen face: "This week, the Qingyang Band will be eliminated."
After that, he hung up the phone coldly.
"Brother, what did you just say?" Leng Jianing's expression changed and she looked at Leng Jianan in disbelief, "Eliminating Qingyang?"
Leng Jianan glanced at her and responded lightly: "Yes"
"Brother, Qingyang is the biggest favorite to win the championship, but you want to eliminate them in the four-to-three game? Then, who else will watch the top three championship games? It would be strange if the audience didn't scold Leng's Entertainment to death."
Leng Jianan sneered, with a stern face, and said nonchalantly: "The value of the Qingyang Band is just to gather popularity for this competition and to collect wealth for the Leng family.
They have done all this. As for the fact that there is only one championship game left, so what if the ratings drop? Can’t I, Leng Jianan, afford the money for that game?
They have lost their value, why should I still praise them?"
Leng Jianing's face turned pale, and she looked at Leng Jianan incomprehensibly, with a little sadness floating in her eyes: "I know, because Tang Ao is Ke'er's younger brother, you are so generous, right?
But what exactly did she hurt you, why do you want to ruthlessly push these brothers and sisters into hell?"
Leng Jianan has walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His back is to Leng Jianing. She can't see his expression but that figure, exuding sharpness, indifference, and determination.