Di Jue Financial Group high-level meeting room.
For the first time, the leaders, both male and female, felt that their president seemed a bit tired, as if he hadn't slept well last night.
Mo Chuxi indeed had no interest in attending the regular meeting. He lazily sat back in his chair, holding his phone and sending messages with Yan Xinxin on WeChat.
The regular meeting lasted for about ten minutes and then ended.
Mo Chuxi, with long strides and a relaxed demeanor, returned to his office, with Ah Ding following closely behind.
"Mo Shao, did you see today's trending headlines?"
He asked, filled with deep doubt.
"Lady Mu is the signature of Di Jue's film company; if we release this news, wouldn't she have no face to show in this industry in the future?"
"That would be fine."
Mo Chuxi spoke indifferently, his expression unchanged.
"There's no sympathy needed for those who bring trouble upon themselves."
"That's true."
Ah Ding nodded in agreement, with a sigh following.
