His eyes passed over the faces of the artists with different expressions one by one, pausing at Li Bingzhu's, and finally landed on Li Xue's expression that was so anxious that he almost cried. Mu Rong shook his head gently.

Looking at Wang Zhongjun again, Mu Rong picked up the banknotes, shook his hand, and the banknotes were lightly thrown on Wang Zhongjun's face under the influence of his internal force.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, even without the blessing of a microphone, still resounded throughout the audience.

"you!"

Wang Zhongjun wiped his face, looking shocked and angry.

The money from Mu Rong didn't hurt him at all, not even a red mark.

But this move, and that clear and crisp sound, completely made him lose his last trace of face.

With a slight smile, Mu Rong picked up the phone, put it to his mouth, and uttered a few words in a deep voice: "I quit!"

After speaking, he threw the microphone towards Wang Zhongjun and left without looking back.

Boom!

The microphone fell heavily to the ground, and the scream was harsh, followed by Wang Zhongjun's angry roar: "How dare you!"


Chapter completed!