When Zhou Cai brought Ji Fan into the office, Song Qingyou had already put down her pen.
She leaned back in her chair and looked coldly at the two people who came in.
"I need an explanation for the news on the Internet."
Zhou Cai was the first to speak. "CEO Song, the news that spread on the Internet has nothing to do with me. However, I couldn't solve the problem immediately. I'm partly responsible for it."
After saying that, he looked at Ji Fan and secretly signaled him to admit his mistake.
Ji Fan turned a blind eye and said the answer that he had already prepared, "I can't hide the news that I'm going to shoot a movie from my fans for long. I can't help it if they're so excited."
"You can't?"
Song Qingyou smiled coldly, her voice neither hurried nor slow.
"The earliest post with the rhythm, the IP address of the poster is exactly the same as your home address."
