——"Okay, Assistant Ji, we understand."
Ji Yan, "Check who posted it, so idle during work hours."
——"Okay, Assistant Ji."
The more Ji Yan thought about it, the more terrified he felt. If President Qin saw it, he'd skin him alive. "Delete everything within ten minutes."
——"Okay, Assistant Ji."
Ji Yan hung up the phone and sat there feeling bad. He always thought that after making this call and deleting this wave of posts, the rumors about him and Assistant Qiao would spread even crazier.
Misfortune!
He looked at Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao was sitting there, seemingly completely unaware of him.
Ji Yan took another sip of coffee. It looks like he'll have to enforce discipline within the company during this period, especially curbing gossip.
He glanced at Qiao Qiao again, who was sitting there, holding her phone, not knowing what she was doing.
