The voice was familiar.
Vichy was stunned for a while and looked into the direction with some puzzlement.
Jackson stood in the doorway.
His bang was somewhat disordered, but it did not affect his beauty, and the key was, what did he just say? Did he want to be her artist?
Vichy almost thought she had a delusion.
Lily Lee stared at Jackson Gas fiercely. "What did you say just now?"
"I said it very clearly. I want to cancel the contract with you and become White's artist!" Jackson silently sneered, and now it was his turn to choose what he liked. "I don't agree with you in concept. I think it’s better for us to separate now."
"Say it again!" Lily Lee gnashed her teeth as if she wanted to tear him apart.
"You don't have to. I just told the leaders and they agree with me, but still, I
