Upon hanging up, the secretary beside him reminded him, "President, there are reporters."
Zeng Shuai glanced over and said mildly, "Call the mayor and tell him to take care of it."
"Okay." The secretary immediately made the call.
The reporters, upon receiving phone calls from their bosses one after another, had no choice but to reluctantly watch as the row of limousines drove off. They dared not follow. They also obediently deleted all the photos they had taken. Finally, the cars stopped outside a small guesthouse.
Zeng Shuai got out of the car. Fang Yang, who was standing at the entrance of the guesthouse, rushed over and gave him a kick. "Why are you showing off like this? Get these cars outta here!"
"Boss is getting married. Shouldn't we make it grand?" Zeng Shuai asked innocently. "What about Boss? I've brought everything that he wanted. I'm personally delivering them!"
