Thinking of this, Xia Wan'an's expression turned cold, "Alright, I understand. You can go ahead with your tasks now. I will figure out a way to deal with this."
Chen Qingtian nodded, gave a grunt of acknowledgement, and then left Xia Wan'an's office.
Once the door was closed behind Chen Qingtian, Xia Wan'an leaned against her desk, her gaze lost in the rising sun outside the window. After a brief moment, she chuckled softly and returned to her chair. She opened a drawer, took some medication with water, and then swallowed it.
After taking the pill, Xia Wan'an rested her chin on one hand and began to tap on the keyboard with the other, pondering the sudden crisis with the spokesperson.
