"Slap... slap... slap..."
A series of slaps echoed continuously in the private room.
Director Bai, gritting his teeth, completely ignored Cai Shuli's pleas as neither Lin Fan nor Director Wang had spoken up to that point. Even as it became visibly clear that Cai Shuli's nose had been hit askew, he didn't dare to stop—after all, should he mishandle the situation and the backlash fell on him, Director Wang wouldn't care about his life or death.
"It's Director Bai's support that's most forceful. Surely, then, my girlfriend won't have to be a midnight news anchor anymore, right?"
Lin Fan wrapped his arm around Li Huizhen's shoulders; her complexion turned deathly pale at the moment. She found everyone so unfamiliar tonight, including Lin Fan, who was holding her tight at that moment—it seemed as if he had transformed into someone else entirely.
