"Professor, I don't want to hear any more ludicrous proposals like this in the future."
Ye Zhiran smiled wryly, adjusting his glasses, and replied:
"Rest assured, President. Chu Qiao is my junior, and I don't want her to take risks either. Since you've spoken, this matter is naturally off the table."
Earlier, he hesitated only because he was swayed by Lin Chuqiao's words.
Seeing Fang Cheng's firm attitude now, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.
With Ye Zhiran's assurance, Fang Cheng's expression eased slightly.
However, the atmosphere in the room remained somewhat tense.
Lin Chuqiao fiddled with the hem of her clothes, her expression revealing neither shyness nor fear.
She seemed a bit restrained, lacking her usual poise.
To break the awkwardness, Ye Zhiran lightly cleared his throat and took the initiative to offer some comfort:
"Actually, the situation may not be as dire as Chu Qiao thought."
