He clicked on the Weibo app, which he had downloaded not long ago because of Wen Qiao, and sure enough, he saw his own name trending on Weibo, only to find the name followed by it completely beyond his expectations.
He quickly glanced over the photos on Weibo, then Fu Jinghen dialed the interoffice phone. As soon as the call was picked up, Fu Jinghen said in a cold voice, "Come in," and hung up the phone.
Soon after, someone knocked on the office door, and Feng Li rolled in with a somber face.
Having followed Fu Jinghen for many years, Feng Li could tell from just two words that Fu Jinghen was in an exceptionally bad mood right now.
"President Fu, do you have any orders?"
Hearing himself stutter, Feng Li quietly pinched his thigh to regain composure.
"Go, contact Yingcheng Hotel, retrieve the surveillance footage from the first-floor elevator entrance and inside the elevator around one this afternoon for me."
