"Can't let CEO Yang earn money to pay us, right?"

Real… Real?

Shao I-qi, secretly seeking the boss's support outside the arena, was a bit puzzled by these two words on his phone. Yet, after waiting for several minutes, Yang Ruoqian didn't send him any more messages.

 

"At least acknowledge our acquaintance, would it kill you to say a few more words?" Shao I-qi couldn't help but grumble softly. "Real, what does that even mean?"

 

Getting the boss's "spoiler" not only failed to resolve his confusion but made things even more cryptic.

 

Shao I-qi pocketed his phone, full of questions, and turned towards the office area. He loudly announced to his colleagues, "I completely understand what the boss wants us to do!"

 

Weng Ziqin looked at him suspiciously. "Seriously? Isn't this just another wild guess from you?"

 

Everyone had experienced being ruthlessly vetoed by CEO Yang before; they were all clear-minded individuals.