Zhui Feng: "???"
Upon looking over, he realized the comment was directed at him.
So, you're telling me you chat with your girlfriend, ignoring the conference content, and now you expect me to take the minutes?
Shang Yu didn't hear Zhui Feng's response. He slightly turned his head, his expression coldly narrowing his eyes, "Any problems?"
Zhui Feng's breath hitched, and his face, more coquettish than a woman's, immediately brimmed with a smile, he said obsequiously, "Of course, no problem, Boss. Rest assured, I'll be very thorough."
Having said that, Zhui Feng stuffed his phone back into his pocket and began taking notes with his laptop in his arms.
Liuyun beside him gave him a sympathetic look.
What to say.
Zhui Feng had once again dug his own grave.
He might not have noticed, but just now, the live broadcast camera suddenly cut to a shot of the bigwigs in the front row, where Zhui Feng, seated beside Shang Yu, was unsurprisingly included in the frame.
