Back in the office, Chen Bin slammed his fist on the desk, looking extremely angry.
"Lan, just wait for me. When I get back on my feet, I won't let you have it easy!"
He had Lan Hui issue the announcement because he was worried someone would interfere.
Now it seems, things are not as easy as imagined.
After the anger subsided, Chen Bin started thinking about organizing the Spring Festival Gala.
Unfortunately, he had neither people nor money, not even a rough plan.
In just two months, organizing such a large event is almost impossible.
Three days passed in a flash, and Chen Bin still had no ideas, leaving him extremely anxious.
At home, Zhao Xinmei saw his state and felt very sorry for him.
After pouring Chen Bin a glass of water, she began to gently massage him.
"Xiao Bin, what exactly is going on with you?"
He hugged Zhao Xinmei tightly, inhaling her familiar scent, and finally began to relax.
