Back in the office, Chen Bin slammed a fist onto the desk, appearing extremely angry.
"Lan, just you wait. Once I'm back on my feet, I won't let you have it easy!"
The reason he had Lan Hui issue the announcement was to prevent anyone from sabotaging things.
Now it seemed that things weren't as easy as imagined.
However, once his anger subsided, Chen Bin began pondering over organizing the Spring Festival Gala again.
It's just a pity that there's no one, no money, and not even a rough idea.
To pull off such a large event in just two months seemed almost impossible.
Three days flew by, and Chen Bin still had no clue, looking utterly frantic.
Back home, Zhao Xinmei looked at him with great concern.
After pouring him a glass of water, she began to gently massage him.
"Xiao Bin, what's really going on with you?"
Holding Zhao Xinmei in his arms, smelling the familiar fragrance, his tense mood finally eased.
