Su Wen reacted quickly and dodged him in time. After steadying himself, Editor Xu wanted to say something, but he covered his face with both hands and turned around to run away, as if a wolf was chasing after him.
"Not good, not good." Editor Xu ran to the central large office in one breath.
"What's wrong?"
"I met a beauty at the door just now." Editor Xu's actions were exaggerated. "It's like...Just like our president described."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Xiao Xu, you don't have to suck up to the president like this just because you want Su Wen's autograph, do you?"
"Could the adjectives used by our president be used to describe people?"
"Our president is the literary type."
"I thought about it, but I really can't imagine what the beauty the president described looks like."
