Smooth tongue

In Guan Jingyi's office, at the highest level of Guan's, Guan Jingyi sat on a leather chair and coldly watched the broadcast from the television. After that, he fiercely threw the remote control in his hand forward, smashing it onto the television on the wall and producing a sharp noise of impact. The remote control slid down the wall, fell onto the floor, and instantly shattered into pieces.

Ah Cheng and Guan Jingyi were standing opposite of each other at a huge table.

Guan Jingyi rested his elbows on the desk, his hands rubbing the space between his brows, he asked: "What's going on, who leaked the news?"

Who exactly was the one who released the news that Xu Xuexu had returned to their country. How could the media be so well-informed that Xu Xuexu had appeared at the airport today?

"CEO, our people are still investigating, but there's no news of them yet." Ah Cheng bowed respectfully and reported to Guan Jingyi.