In the President's office, Gu Yan asked Tang Yuxiu, "Are you sure there won't be a problem with what you just said?"
"Don't worry, I was just speaking the truth, there won't be any issues."
Gu Yan paused, "I thought you were just going to acknowledge what's in the newspaper, I didn't expect you to say that."
Tang Yuxiu sat in his office chair, looked up at her, and a hint of playfulness appeared deep in his eyes, "What did I say?"
Gu Yan was about to respond but then felt it was strange, "You know what you said, why ask me?"
Tang Yuxiu raised an eyebrow casually, "I have selective amnesia."
"Oh, really? Alright, then you just forget it, I'm not going to accompany you."
Gu Yan tightened her backpack, huffed at him, and was about to leave.
Tang Yuxiu asked, "Where are you going?"
"To work."
Tang Yuxiu, "… I just needed an excuse to get you here, not to really make you work."
