Hearing the word "boss," Lan Hui reluctantly opened the door.
But she still didn't put down the fruit knife in her hand.
After the man entered the room, he cut to the chase and immediately handed over the file bag.
"You can't stay in the country anymore. The boss wants you to leave immediately. Inside are your passport, visa, and plane ticket. You have to leave now, or else you won't make it in time for the flight."
Lan Hui had barely secured her position as director of the provincial TV station, and now she was suddenly asked to leave. Her heart was filled with reluctance.
"Do I have to go?"
"This time, Zeng Pengchao is targeting you, and no one can protect you. If you don't leave now, it might be too late by tomorrow!"
"But I'm totally unprepared, and I don't have any money on me."
"Once you get abroad, someone will arrange everything for you. As for your money, give me your card, and I'll help you transfer it later."
"This... doesn't seem right."
