Mr. Song was rendered speechless again.
He sighed deeply and placed his palms together in an old-fashioned posture in front of the table. "How about this, Lu Haiqiao? I don't care what the truth is, but it's a fact that you were taken away by the police yesterday.
"Only the people in the same office building are laughing at us now, and it hasn't reached the ears of our peers yet, but in this age, some things can spread very quickly. This industry is already very competitive. If our reputation is tarnished, our magazine agency won't be able to survive anymore.
"So, I hope you… Well…. What about you…"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the office door. The people outside were all talking.
Mr. Song said irritably, "Who is it?"
The assistant outside the door replied, "Mr. Song, a few police officers are here."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Song frowned.
Why were the police here again?
