Wen Fucheng asked Xie Weisi to find out who's behind those marketing accounts.
Xie Weisi worked quickly.
Ying Jing was sitting at the dining table having breakfast, still unaware of the turmoil happening online.
She saw Wen Fucheng take a call midway through and then get up to leave.
Ying Jing didn't think much about it.
Just as she was about to take out her phone to check the news, a hand reached over from beside her.
"What?"
"Honey, can I borrow your phone for a moment to jot something down?" Facing his flawless expression, Ying Jing handed over the phone without thinking.
Still immersed in the word "honey."
On the other end of the phone, Xie Weisi was already mentally mocking the boss.
The beauty trick works.
Ying Jing couldn't resist Wen Fucheng's gentleness at all.
She gave in too quickly.
The online news couldn't be wiped clean completely, and Wen Fucheng couldn't guarantee that Ying Jing wouldn't see anything.
