In the reception hall, a stout, middle-aged man looked at Shen Ye with an air of arrogance and demanded haughtily, "So you're the one harboring Cheng Linger? Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into?"
"Cheng Linger is an artist signed to our New Moon Group. If you know what's good for you, you'll hand her over right now."
Shen Ye stared at the fat man with an expression of pure disgust. Where did this absolute idiot come from? Is he insane?
Chapter 89