Zhou Xufang did not set up her stall selling screen protectors today; she went to the TV station to deliver food.
There were fifteen minutes left before the live broadcast began, and the backstage crew was ready. Tang Ying had finished her makeup and sent her assistant away.
"Brother, do you really have to do this?"
Zhou Qingrang was reading a news script. "Yes."
"The station head—"
He put down the script. His fingers, white and slender, slowly buttoned up his suit one by one. "You just cooperate with me. I'll handle the rest."
She had never seen him so stubborn.
Tang Ying said no more.
The assistant, Xiao Xing, came and knocked on the door. "Mr. Zhou, there's a Miss Luo here to see you."
Before joining the TV station, Zhou Qingrang had been a teacher in the broadcasting department for half a year. Most people at the station called him Mr. Zhou.
Tang Ying glanced at the time. "There are still fifteen minutes until the live broadcast."
"You go prepare first."
