A Single Penguin Friend

"President," Assistant Lin called out.

Fu Hanchuan, in a good mood, was not annoyed by the interruption. He cast a glance at Assistant Lin before turning his attention back to his phone. His long, graceful fingers tapped on the screen. "Alright."

Assistant Lin placed a document on Fu Hanchuan's desk. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something—Fu Hanchuan was using Penguin?

Furrowing his brow, Assistant Lin recalled that just the day before, he had suggested to Fu Hanchuan to download a Penguin account for more convenient communication. At the time, Fu Hanchuan had dismissed the idea. He hadn't expected Fu Hanchuan to already have a Penguin account.

He had thought that Fu Hanchuan, being an old-fashioned man, would never bother with such things. And… when had he even gotten one? Why hadn't Fu Hanchuan told him?