"In these few minutes, the comments from netizens had irreversibly turned towards the forbidden love triangle."
Fu Jinghen, feeling annoyed and flustered, groped around to turn off the barrage of comments.
As the garish fonts disappeared from the screen, the camera happened to give Wen Qiao a solo shot, without any other people or objects in the frame, which slightly improved Fu Jinghen's mood.
But when Wen Qiao's legs, wrapped in knee-high socks, also appeared on screen, Fu Jinghen clicked his tongue in slight irritation.
He pressed the intercom to summon Feng Li again.
"President Fu, what do you need?"
Fu Jinghen pointed to the image on the computer screen, "Didn't Huasong fund this program?"
Feng Li leaned in to take a look, "Yes, we did, and per your instructions, quite substantially."
