"Let's go sit over there, just the two of us."
Boss Fu glanced around the room and pointed to an empty corner for Ning Yi.
Ning Yi, seeing his demeanor, slightly darkened his expression.
Once they were settled in the corner, the middle-aged man stuffed the red wine he was holding into Ning Yi's hand, then pulled a phone from his pocket.
Then, he explained the situation on Weibo in detail to Ning Yi.
After listening, Ning Yi thought to himself, "What the hell, I didn't even know about this!"
Yet, his face showed disgust as he said, "This bunch of brainless idiots, I've been fed up with them for a long time."
The middle-aged man couldn't help but pat Ning Yi's shoulder, "I understand, I understand, but this PR must have cost you a lot."
What he didn't say was that managing to clear the scene on Weibo like Ning Yi's daughter did, was definitely not just a matter of money.
