Feng Lei's words floated lightly, still carrying a hint of drunkenness, but no one dared to treat his words as untruths.
Wang Yanyan's face instantly turned pale, her drunken haze cleared immediately. She stood up directly from her seat, apologizing to Feng Lei in a panic, "President Feng, I'll perform right now."
"Heh."
Wang Yanyan's body trembled slightly.
"Too late, you only get one chance." Feng Lei's face carried a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Though these words were directed at Wang Yanyan, they made both Ye Tong and Gu Lin, who were also actors, shiver inwardly.
A wave of cold suddenly brushed over Ye Tong, dispelling the heat from the drink, making her less-than-clear head feel like it was splashed with a bucket of cold water.
The dinner table was silent, as if someone had pressed the mute button. No one stood up for Wang Yanyan, not even Director Lin Anqing.
