Ding Li said, "Sorry."
Mou Wen looked at him expressionlessly, "Deputy Editor Ding, as I said, I haven't taken this to heart."
If they want to intercept, then intercept. She won't meddle. If they succeed, it's their capability; if not, it's their problem.
If there's no breaking point, no sales above, Wu Tong's successful track record will take a hit without any regard to her face.
She knew deep down what Ding Li, who hesitated before speaking, wanted to ask.
But sorry, her interaction with them isn't that pleasant, nor is she obliged to inform them of the key points.
Not meddling is her best feedback.
After parting with Ding Li, Mou Wen headed to the nearest subway entrance to take the subway.
The subway was crowded and packed. She barely got on, only to be pushed by someone unknown.
In the world of adults, someone breaks down every day. She reflected on her years at Mingjiang, wondering if she was really that bad.
