Taking a deep breath, Old Chen said, "Sponsors are quite important. If this Mr. Fang withdraws funding, we'll have to find another sponsor. I'm not gonna handle that, you figure it out."
"..." Jingrong didn't say a word but looked at him with innocent, pitiful eyes.
Old Chen, being looked at with such an odd expression, said, "Looking at me won't do any good. It's late, go home and rest."
Then, waving his hand, signaling Jingrong to leave quickly. As soon as Jingrong left, Old Chen let out a sigh of relief.
He moved to the resting room behind his office and said to Old Lin, who was reading a newspaper on the couch, "You old geezer, are you sure it was proper for me to say it like that?"
Old Lin carelessly retorted, "I have no idea!"
Enraged, Old Chen glared at him, "And you had the nerve to let me say it."
Old Lin: "I told you to go ****, you didn't eat it either!"
Old Chen: "You undying old man!"
