Ye Ranran’s brows slightly lifted, her bright eyes overflowing with a touch of amusent: "Do you feel wronged? Think I’m being excessive?"
"I wouldn’t dare."
Wouldn’t dare, but it didn’t an no.
"Look, you just called Xiaoxiao my lackey, which tells you’re reluctant to associate with . But this is my studio, and I don’t need soone like you looking down on my employees, right?" Ye Ranran’s tone was very gentle.
However, the implication was clear: if you’re wise, get lost quickly.
Wang Lan felt embarrassed and couldn’t stay any longer.
After she left, Ye Ranran pressed the intercom: "Xiaoxiao, pack up, we’re heading out now."
"Oh, okay." Zhao Xiao ca over, hopping and skipping: "Sister Ran, where are we going now?"
"We’re going to see Wei Ren. When I talk to him later, listen carefully. Even if the fault is on our side in situations like this, we can privately admit it, but openly, it absolutely cannot be seen as our fault, understand?"
These days, the power of hardcore fans is fierce. Fans can directly influence the decisions of their idols.
"Understood." Zhao Xiao nodded.
Ye Ranran took out her phone, flipped through the contract docunts, and found Wei Ren’s agent’s number, then dialed.
"Hello? Who’s this." The person on the other end sounded irritated, as if he was dealing with so troubling matter.
"I’m Ye Ranran, the designer from Ran Studio." Ye Ranran spoke very politely.
"Ye, Ye Ranran?" The person on the other side had a trembling voice.
"Yes, that’s right. The performance costus you ordered from our studio had an incident yesterday. I’m here today to discuss the follow-up with you. Are you available now?"
Could he say he wasn’t available? The agent was on the verge of tears: "I am, I am, co to Nanjia Entertainnt, we’re at the office now."
Ye Ranran got into the car: "Alright, I’m on my way."
Upon learning of Ye Ranran’s visit, the CEO of Nanjia Entertainnt ca out personally.
Ye Ranran felt a bit awkward, hoping her scent was subtle enough not to be noticed, or else this would be her most embarrassing day.
After shaking hands with everyone, they all sat down in a eting room.
"I am very sorry about yesterday’s incident. Given that the concert is tomorrow, it’s too late to rush it, so I thought of finding so replacent outfits for you to choose from. Would that work for you?"
Ye Ranran took out two booklets, which Jun Mochan had just sent over.
These were high-end dresses from J.C., each set lavish beyond compare, even surpassing their custom-made ones.
Zhao Xiao took the booklet from Ye Ranran’s hand, spread it out, and respectfully handed it to the CEO of Nanjia Entertainnt.
He briefly flipped through it, then passed the booklet to Wei Ren: "These are specific performance outfits, and the posters are already out; last-minute changes might not be ideal, right?"
He looked troubled, as if this was a highly difficult issue.
"Don’t worry about the posters. If changes are needed, I can have soone modify them temporarily. We’re truly sorry for such an incident." Ye Ranran lowered her stance but remained neither humble nor overbearing.
"If you’re unwilling, we are also willing to compensate. But our responsibility would end there. We’re just hoping for the concert to proceed as usual." As the other party hesitated, Ye Ranran delivered another punch.
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