Facing Fu Jinghen's cold gaze, Feng Li swallowed and fell silent.
It seemed like his attempt to ease the situation had failed.
After a while, Fu Jinghen suddenly spoke, "Isn't the style of this magazine a bit improper?"
"?"
Feng Li was momentarily stunned, then cautiously reminded, "President Fu, the audience of MAN magazine is male."
The implication was, it's not improper at all; it's just the magazine's shooting style.
"Hmm." Fu Jinghen nodded, speaking to himself, "You also think I'm right, huh."
Feng Li: "?"
When did I say that? I don't remember.
Why are you having a monologue here?
"Contact the editor of MAN magazine and give them some advice."
Feng Li paused for a moment, then said, "President Fu, I'm not sure if I should say this."
Fu Jinghen looked at Feng Li, who had a face that said, "Although I know this is nonsense, I still hope you'll let me say it," and lifted his hand, "Go ahead."
