"Director He said they offered to postpone her performance." Ryan Zhao explained carefully. "Miss Zhang refused."
A suffocating pressure filled the room.
"Selective amnesia?" Jin Di asked, his voice low.
Ryan Zhao paused. "There's no medical record indicating memory loss. Miss Zhang also declined psychological therapy after the accident. It's possible that…"
"I understand," Jin Di cut in.
He continued reading, his expression turning icy.
"These Z Girls," he said quietly. "Destroy them."
Ryan Zhao nodded. "Understood."
"You may go."
Ryan Zhao turned to leave.
"Wait." Jin Di looked up. "Order one hundred yellow roses for Xiulan."
He paused, then shook his head. "No. I'll bring them myself tonight."
"Understood. Anything else, President?"
"No. Go."
Ryan Zhao exited.
Jin Di immediately picked up his phone and dialed.
"Hello?" Her voice answered, soft and familiar.
The rage in his eyes dulled, though it didn't disappear.
Jin Di: "Why didn't you tell me?"
