"Then don't let the media speak up!" Nie Qixing finished ruthlessly.
Zhou Zheng did not dare to speak again.
Nie Qixing rubbed his eyebrows and apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood."
Zhou Zheng had long seen his distorted face and his ruthless eyes. How dare he provoke him? He immediately laughed. "I understand. Young Master Qi, don't worry. I didn't take it to heart."
"Okay." Nie Qixing was just being polite. He did not take Zhou Zheng seriously. He was only being hypocritical to maintain his usual image.
Seeing his expression was still ugly, Zhou Zheng reminded him, "Young Master Qi, do you want me to find someone to suppress the news?"
Nie Qixing did not need him to remind him. He knew the most important thing now was to suppress the public opinion. Otherwise, no one could guarantee that certain information that should not see the light of day would not be dug out.
