Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve
"Who knows if this business card of yours is even real!!" Qian Fang pulled Cenhuan aside as she spoke, snatched the business card from Xu Xinrui's hand, glanced at it, and said sarcastically, "Wow, a talent agent at some film and television company, who would believe that? You think just anyone can be an agent!" Qian Fang then threw the business card onto the ground.
Cenhuan's brows were tightly furrowed., Her ankle was throbbing with pain— it seemed that she had accidentally twisted it a moment ago.
"Let me tell you, if you don't apologize to Xinrui properly today, I won't let this go," Qian Fang waved her finger at Cenhuan, speaking arrogantly.
Cenhuan was feeling rather irritated, especially hearing her shrill voice. She shook off Qian Fang's grip on her and said, "You want to say so much, but it was merely an accidental brush against her. But now, because of your pulling, my ankle is twisted. How will you take responsibility for this?"
