"Hong Ying, you're not actually going to…" The middle-aged director looked at Zhang Hongying, a strange worry creeping into his heart. He wasn't afraid of her getting angry; he was afraid of her *not* getting angry.
Because that meant Zhang Hongying had already made a decision.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Gao Neng is a genius. A genius like him can do many things in the future. I won't do anything reckless." Zhang Hongying shook her head.
"Mm, that's good." The middle-aged director let out a breath of relief.
"But I'm not going to just let it go, either!" After saying this, Zhang Hongying's face became completely expressionless.
Perfectly calm.
Like the period of tranquility that always precedes a storm.
"…" The middle-aged director said no more. As long as Zhang Hongying didn't cross the line, teaching Gao Neng a small lesson wasn't a big deal.
Zhang Hongying also fell silent.
Her gaze was fixed on the new computer screen in front of her.
