Cheng Chen looked at Bai Guanghui coldly. "Sorry, I am late."
Bai Guanghui immediately shook his head. "You're not late. We're just getting started."
Seeing Cheng Chen on his feet, the creative team and artists sitting in the two front rows all stood up respectfully. If the President was standing, they couldn't be sitting down.
Shan Feifei looked at Cheng Chen who was within reach. Because of her excitement, she couldn't control her legs when she stood up, making a big movement and an unusually loud noise.
The sharp creak of the chair rubbing against the ground made Cheng Chen raise an eyebrow and look impatiently toward Shan Feifei. What he saw was Ling Tianya, who was still sitting in the chair.
