At this moment, Fu Nancheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, his brows slightly furrowed.
Secretary Zhuo Lin held several files, standing respectfully behind him and continued: "I have indeed sent messages to various media and magazines, prohibiting them from publishing news about Madam. Initially, these messages were suppressed, but it seems someone is hyping them up behind the scenes. The related news was taken down for a short period, then someone started to expose it wildly online, which... which then..."
Zhuo Lin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his legs weak. He just hoped this matter would not implicate him.
Fu Nancheng's thin lips curved into a sharp line, one hand in his trouser pocket as he looked into the distance without speaking.
Previously, he had not inquired about Qiao Mo's competition matters, believing if she did not want to talk, he would not press her.
