Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fang Moâer slowly walked out of the dressing room.
Just as she passed by the rehearsal room, the vocal coach had just come out to look for Fang Moâer because the two singers had not come to rehearse.
Spotting Fang Moâer in the corridor, the vocal coach quickly asked, âTeacher Fang, the two singers didnât come today. Look, the time is almost up. How can they be so relaxed at a time like this? How do you think we should handle this situation?â
The vocal coach was at her witâs end. She had called a few times but the two singers had not picked up.
She could only look for Fang Moâer to think of a way. She was worried that if anything happened, she would have to bear the responsibility.
Thus, she immediately reported it to Fang Moâer.
When Fang Moâer saw the vocal coachâs helpless expression, she immediately comforted her, âIn the future, there will be changes to the performance of this song. Just wait for the notification.â
The vocal coach was stunned and obeyed, âAlright, Iâll wait for the arrangements to be made.â
Upon finding out that Fang Moâer could decide on the fate of this song with a single sentence, the vocal coach did not dare to underestimate Fang Moâerâs authority.
After saying that, Fang Moâer turned around and left.
She still felt that it was a pity that she could only give Bai Rong such a small punishment for what she had done.
If it had not been for the fact that she did not want to affect the Spring Festival Gala, Fang Moâer would have already arrested Bai Rong and sent her to be reformed.
But now, she could only let her suffer the consequences of her actions.
When she reached the executive directorâs office, Fang Moâer knocked on the door and walked in.
The executive director immediately asked, âWhatâs the situation like now?â
Even the executive director had lowered his voice and spoke in a very cautious tone.
Fang Moâer burst into laughter as if they were the real thieves.
The executive director coughed awkwardly. Fang Moâer took her phone out of her pocket and handed it over.
âWhat is this?â The executive director immediately took it.
After taking a look, his face darkened. He had never expected that someone would dare to do such a thing in this building. Moreover, it had been done twice.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The director watched the entire scene of Bai Rong snatching the phone and being kicked down by Fang Moâer. Finally, he stopped at the scene of Bai Rong applying the poisonous makeup on herself.
The director clenched his fists tightly. He looked up and nodded at Fang Moâer. âWell done.â
Fang Moâer took the phone back and looked at the director. âI will be kicking both singers out of this song...â
Just as Fang Moâer was halfway through her sentence, the executive director said, âDo as you wish. I give you full authority. I believe you can handle it.â
Fang Moâer paused for a moment. She had not expected him to give up so much authority. Her lips curled into a smile.
When Fang Moâer opened the door and walked out, she saw the female singer from Zhanpeng Entertainment standing outside in the corridor with red eyes. She was at a loss.
The female singer had seen Fang Moâer earlier and wanted to say something to her. However, when she saw Fang Moâer enter the executive directorâs office, she did not dare to follow her and could only wait outside.
She knew that Fang Moâer had gone to report this matter to the executive director, so the female singer anxiously waited outside.
Fang Moâer raised her eyebrows in surprise. The female singer grabbed the hem of her clothes and whispered, âTeacher Fang...â
At that moment, the executive directorâs deep voice came from the room, âEverything will be left to Miss Fang to handle.â
When the executive director spotted the female singer, he had purposely said this to let the female singer know where the power of life and death lay, so that she would completely give up.
Fang Moâer nodded and closed the door.
She did not even look at the female singer and walked straight to her office.
The female singer quickly followed her, guilty heart as weak as a quail, waiting for Fang Moâerâs final verdict.