"What position?" Sang Qiao looked up at her, her small face as calm as ever, momentarily revealing no emotion.
But having interacted for many years, Meng Jiahe could guess she wasn't angry.
"He's a movie star, naturally signed as an artist. Even if I wanted to take revenge for you, I couldn't sign him as a janitor, but! The profit split is one to us, nine to him!"
"This isn't me taking revenge by giving him this contract, he brought it himself, voluntarily. He told me not to tell you, but I think I still need to tell you."
Upon hearing this, Sang Qiao's fingertips paused slightly, she knew all too well how much Sang Shen's film compensation was.
"Let him go, terminate the contract."
"...This would be a big loss for us, he has already posted on Weibo announcing he signed with our family, and that contract is for fifty years. Terminating now means not only a substantial penalty but also possibly getting angrily berated by his fans."
