"Lin Haocheng, you!!"
Li Xueyun's face alternated between green and white. She was angry.
Lin Haocheng ignored Li Xueyun and went to the President's office. He did not knock on the door and directly pushed it open.
Wu Yongli, who was processing the documents, glanced at Lin Haochengand said in a deep voice, "You're here."
"Yes."
Lin Haocheng came to a sofa and sat down.
Wu Yongli saw that Lin Haocheng did not put him in his eyes, so he put down his pen heavily. "Lin Haocheng, you're an artist in my company, and I'm your boss. What do you think you're doing?"
Lin Haocheng smiled and said, "What's the matter?"
"Lin Haocheng, you should know why I'm looking for you. That Weibo post of yours, you really don't put me in your eyes? Didn't I say that I would let you and Qin Churou spread rumors? Even if you don't take the initiative to act with Qin Churou, don't go and refute the rumors, right?"
