Sun Dasheng, secretly pleased, looked up to see the unhappy young girl. He immediately wiped the smile from his face.
"What happened today wasn't your fault."
After consoling the girl, he called over Sun Dacheng.
"Da Cheng, what's wrong with you? Weren't you paying attention to the task I gave you?"
"Huh?" Sun Dacheng was dumbfounded.
"How could you be a hands-off manager for the fishing video shoot? You disappointed our little girl, and we ended up with nothing. No footage to upload."
Sun Dacheng screamed silently in protest. I was right there on scene, personally handling everything! But then you call me away to the office for some new task.
But he didn't dare say it out loud. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit, "Director Sun, it's my responsibility that the video wasn't filmed properly."
"I accept the criticism. It was my fault!"
Sun Dasheng didn't respond. He simply pursed his lips and gestured with his chin toward Li Sili.
