Inside a high-end club, Rong Jincheng, who had just hung up the phone, swaggered around gracefully.
Glancing at his best friend with mild interest, who had specifically invited him out for a drink, he excitedly reported, "I just got off the phone, they said your girl is sick, she probably can't perform normally the day after tomorrow."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this news, Lu Zhanbei seemed completely unfazed, only raising an eyebrow casually, "The breach of contract fee is just tens of millions, she can afford it, no problem!"
Rong Jinchen looked at him incredulously, "Your girl only recently became famous, she doesn't have that kind of money in her account..."
"Then there's nothing to do..."
Lu Zhanbei sat casually, the wine glass held between his long fingers under the light emitted a dazzling beauty: "If she can't act, she must act!"
"Ah Zhan! Not to nag as your buddy but you're a man, must you be so calculative with a woman?"
