Thinking about this, everyone seemed to understand a lot.
A tacit understanding.
Ding Li went straight to Wu Tong's office and relayed Bo Jian's exact words to Wu Tong, whose face turned so dark it was nearly unreadable.
She looked at Ding Li blandly, "Is this how slick Bo Jian is? If it's not Mou Wen, then this interview is unnecessary?"
"Yes."
Ding Li was also discouraged, "Editor Wu, I can't handle this matter. You'd better ask Mou Wen to come back and do it."
Wu Tong was momentarily distracted because half an hour ago, Mou Wen's resignation letter was already in her inbox.
She had a falling out with Mou Wen, but never thought of retaining him. Even if it caused dissatisfaction among a few people on the board, she didn't relent.
Mou Wen was staying at home with the child.
The child, not yet three, yet understood a lot, curled up on the sofa watching foreign language cartoons entirely in French.
