Lu Jihan's lips curled into a sneer: "At least she's more qualified than a forger."
"..." Song Anqi gritted her teeth, her face pale.
"If a forger were to actually perform in my grand theater, I'm afraid the Mainland Group would become everyone's laughing stock." Lu Jihan cut straight to the point.
Song Anqi choked, her face changing colors.
"Oh, by the way, Miss Song Anqi, please quickly pack up your office. I will arrange someone to welcome Miss Song Yinyin. Soon, your office and dedicated piano room will be hers to use."
He paused slightly, and his lips curled, "Time is tight, I hope Miss Song Anqi cooperates actively."
Lu Jihan finished speaking and didn't look at her again, directly holding Song Yinyin's hand as they strode away.
Song Anqi couldn't hold back her anger, thinking of catching up to slap Song Yinyin twice hard.
Unexpectedly, she had just chased out a few steps when a waiter turned around with a cup of coffee.
