Feng Xiaoyue was sipping red wine when she glanced at the phone Liu Zhizhong handed her.
"Ptthhh~~~~"
She really did spit a mouthful of red wine onto Liu Zhizhong's phone.
She hurriedly put down the wine glass and kept apologizing as she took a red cloth to wipe his phone.
Liu Zhizhong didn't mind—the phone getting a bit of wine on it was no big deal, but the major news alert inside was.
That conspicuous headline read: "Mr. L's total public donations amount to 250 million yuan, nearly all of his monetized traffic!"
After Feng Xiaoyue finished wiping off Liu Zhizhong's phone, she didn't even need to click to see the main content; she simply returned it to him.
"This is just too shameless! I can't believe they would stoop this low!" Anger flashed across Feng Xiaoyue's beautiful face but quickly vanished.
"Zhizhong, it's official now. What can we do?"
Liu Zhizhong shook his head helplessly. "Director Feng, how slick is their move?"
"It's freaking slick, even disgusting..."
