But Bill's eyes were shining, face full of excitement. "President Sun, how do you want to hype it? Hype from the top, from the bottom, or flip it over and stir-fry it every which way?"
"Go to hell." Sun Wangbei finally lost patience and raised his foot again, directly kicking Bill off to the side.
An Ran was already laughing so hard she dove into Mu Xingfeng's arms. "Hubby, I always thought Young Master Sun was a womanizer; I didn't expect him to actually be into this. Looks like I really wronged him."
Mu Xingfeng's dark eyes rested gently on his little wife as his big hand rubbed her back. "Naughty."
After kicking Bill away, Sun Wangbei had a few artists brought into the private room.
All the artists under him knew Sun Wangbei's rules. Even when they came out to socialize with the boss, it was only drinking and singing. At Jiawen Entertainment, the boss never preyed on his own artists, and there was absolutely no such thing as using artists' bodies to reel in investments.
