"What's wrong?" Fu Shihan sneered.
He thought he'd found a clever person who might be useful in the future. Who knew the first task would end up like this.
Luckily, the idiot didn't name names, or how would he clean up this mess?
The more Fu Shihan thought about it, the angrier he got, worrying about what his little ancestor would think if she saw that Weibo post.
Unhappy, Fu Shihan frowned and had Jiang Cheng beat up Nangong Qiang again.
This time, Nangong Qiang didn't even dare to cry.
He looked as wronged as a little wife; Fu Shihan frowned at him and asked, "What did your studio post this morning? Explain it to me."
Nangong Qiang looked bewildered, only then understanding Fu Shihan's purpose for coming.
"Weren't you the one who told me to post it?"
Fu Shihan: "..."
Jiang Cheng looked at Fu Shihan's face and felt that his Brother Han might be so angry he wanted to act personally.
