Back in the office, Leng Zimo immediately sat down in front of his computer and started browsing through web pages.
As expected, most of the online public opinion had shifted to positive comments.
He let out a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair, and raised his hand to rub his slightly sore neck. Since learning about the incident, he had been arranging countermeasures constantly, and having slept only a few hours in total over the past two days, he was inevitably exhausted.
His cellphone rang, and seeing Leng Zirui's number on the screen, he reached to answer the call.
"Hello?"
"How did it go?"
"Better than I anticipated!"
"That's good!" Leng Zirui breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the line, "With that settled, I can go to Sichuan for the disaster relief without worries."
Sichuan?
Disaster relief!
Leng Zimo bolted upright, "What's going on?"
