"Yeah, what’s up?"
"Nothing much." Feng Li glanced at Jinghen, who was gradually relaxing, "President Fu is just a bit worried since the Boss Lady hasn’t sent a ssage to confirm her safety."
"Tell President Fu not to worry, Qiaoqiao’s phone has been taken, it’s with . The show’s crew doesn’t allow bringing phones in."
"That’s good."
After hanging up, Jinghen still frowned, although not as severely as before.
"What kind of TV crew is this? They don’t consider the safety of the artists at all."
"Rest assured, the extras we hired are the most professional."
Jinghen remained worried, "Professional or not, you can’t completely guarantee there won’t be any accidents. What if so malefactors take the chance to cause trouble?"
"....."
Forgive my frankness, but President Fu’s current deanor really resembles that of my nephew on his first day of kindergarten, with my brother consud with worry - afraid that his little girl would be bullied, frightened by any accidents, even thinking about the possibility of terrorists attacking.
I rember rolling my eyes at the ti, saying, "It’s just kindergarten, why act like it’s as serious as going to war in the Middle East."
And now, I’m feeling that sa thick paternal concern from my own boss, and I really want to say, "It’s just filming a variety show, and it’s live, with the whole country watching. What could possibly go wrong!"
But looking at my boss’s current stance, if I did say that, I’d be in HR settling my salary and leaving the next second.
"President Fu, there’s sothing I’m not sure if I should say."
"If you’re not sure, then don’t say it." Jinghen took Feng Li’s phone and headed to his office while watching the program.
Feng Li followed behind, and pulled a face.
Taking his phone and not letting him speak.
How did President Fu get the nerve!
"Hey! Assistant Feng."
Secretary A, near the pantry, called out to Feng Li and gestured for him to co over.
Feng Li glanced at Jinghen, who was still engrossed in the show and oblivious to the world, and walked over to the secretary, "What’s up? Speak quickly."
"What was up with President Fu just now? Rushing about—what was he trying to do? It’s my first ti seeing him like that."
The other three secretaries also crowded around.
"President Fu, you see, he just—"
Feng Li instinctively felt like sharing the juicy gossip he got firsthand from the executive office with the Four Golden Flowers, but rembering the hidden relationship between President Fu and the Boss Lady, he closed his mouth.
Thus, the Four Golden Flowers from the executive office saw their Assistant Feng change his expression, push up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and lecture them sternly: "What do you an, what’s up? Is President Fu soone you can gossip about? Have you finished your work? Have you finished sorting the minutes of the eting? Have you categorized the docunts from all departnts properly yet? And you....."
The Four Golden Flowers, who had been huddled together just monts before, scattered like birds and beasts.
"Okay, enough."
"Co on, if you don’t want to tell us just say it. What’s with the spiritual attack?"
"Assistant Feng is a clever boy, enjoying the scoop without sharing."
"Disperse, disperse, it’s no fun now."
Feng Li straightened his collar in response to their complaints and strode head held high towards the president’s office.
Sigh.
Who could understand the pain of bearing a great secret with no one to share it with?
He knocked on the office door, and after not hearing any sound for three seconds, he pushed the door open and walked in.
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