The next morning, as Yang Chen carried a large pile of breakfast into the entrance of the Public Relations Department, he noticed a group of female PR staff gathered together, chatting and laughing about something.
Ignoring him again, Yang Chen casually placed the breakfast on his desk and joined the group of women, eliciting some playful complaints.
"Flirting so early in the morning, Yang Chen, you have no shame!" blushed one of the women.
Yang Chen chuckled, "Accidentally," as his arm brushed against someone's bosom, pretending not to notice.
Glancing at the computer surrounded by the group, Yang Chen noticed a PDF document titled "Yulei International Entertainment Culture Company Draft."
Curiously, he asked Zhao Hongyan, who was also enthusiastically watching, "Hongyan, what's this?"
With a slight glare, Zhao Hongyan replied, "Can't you read? It's the draft for establishing a new company."
"A new company?"
