The next morning, Lin Yi went to work as usual.
As soon as he arrived at the office, he noticed something was off about the atmosphere.
Soon after, he saw Ma Anchen and Feng Chengrong standing together, having an intense conversation.
"Old Feng, we're all colleagues here. What you're doing is not right."
"Explain yourself. How exactly am I not being right?"
Feng Chengrong held a cigarette in his hand, clearly not taking Ma Anchen seriously, and his expression was rather impatient.
"Not only did you steal the interview with Xu Qingqing, but last night you also took our interview with the Northern Commerce. What's your deal?"
"Don't talk nonsense. These matters have nothing to do with us," Feng Chengrong said.
"We never intended to interview Xu Qingqing in the first place. She approached us actively, so there was no stealing of the interview. Even if you want to stick up for your wife, you should get the facts straight here."
