Xia Yangyang stopped in front of the car, "Gu Zhaohan, actually, you didn't have to hit him just now. He had already been beaten by me, and I had my moment of satisfaction. What would have happened if something had happened to your hand?"
Gu Zhaohan's face was still filled with cold indifference.
Gu Zhaohan spoke up, "Why did you attend that kind of gathering? It's not really part of your job, is it?"
Xia Yangyang sighed, "I had no choice."
"Was it that station director giving you a hard time?"
Speaking objectively, Xia Yangyang said, "Not exactly. He probably thought that the manager of Abyss Market's marketing department would place advertisements with the TV station on my account, but I hadn't made my relationship with your uncle public, and that person didn't recognize me."
Gu Zhaohan still looked displeased, "You are not allowed to attend such gatherings anymore."
Xia Yangyang smiled, "I understand, I know my limits."
Gu Zhaohan said, "I'll take you home."
