Qin Miaomiao knew very well that with things developing like this, Meng Yan definitely had to bear a lot of responsibility. Even now, she's not sure if she can dismiss those reporters with just words; thinking about it makes her feel that things have become complicated.
"Just follow the content on this speech draft and say something simple, play it diplomatic. Don't answer any of the key points."
Her assistant reached out for the document, looked at it, and sure enough, there was a passage, prepared earlier, attentively reading it.
Qin Miaomiao said, "I got it, President Qin, I'll go right away."
The thoughts in Qin Miaomiao's mind were always chaotic, her only worry being that nothing goes wrong. She was always concerned about Hua Tiantian's reputation. After all, once a debuting artist has too many negative news, their career will only be tainted, making it harder to bounce back in the future.
"I'd better give her a call."
