Wang Minji's body trembled with anger.
Coming here this time was to see Zhao Jing make a fool of himself, but in the end, it was himself who became the joke!
Li Wei sat nearby, equally surprised that a show filled with washed-up singers could actually raise so much money.
At this moment, the sponsorship event had ended, and Zhao Jing was shaking hands with the guests one by one.
"Let's leave too, there's no need to stay here any longer."
Li Wei said, and Wang Minji stood up with him.
Right now, staying here felt completely inappropriate, like a clown lingering around.
The two were about to leave quietly when Ma Guotao approached them.
"Producer Wang, where do you think you're going? The sponsorship event is over, but there's still a celebratory banquet later. You can't leave just yet."
Faced with Ma Guotao's mockery, Wang Minji replied coldly, "I won't attend your celebratory feast."
