Director Li turned his head and glared at Wen Qiao, signaling her to shut up.
Wen Qiao nonchalantly nodded and flashed an "ok" sign.
"The child is young and doesn't know any better and is stubborn about saving face, President Fu, please don't take it to heart," Director Li said to Fu Jinghen with an apologetic smile. "We are truly blessed by your presence, President Fu. This afternoon's live broadcast was extremely successful, and you seemed so natural in front of the camera that no one could tell you were acting."
It wasn't even flattery; in that afternoon's live broadcast, their genuinely affectionate manner in front of the camera was undeniable.
Fu Jinghen smiled ambiguously, without making a reply.
Acting?
He wasn't acting.
The elevator doors opened, and Director Li raised his hand: "President Fu, after you."
Fu Jinghen nodded slightly and stepped into the elevator, followed closely by Director Li, with Wen Qiao trailing slowly behind.
