Gu Moyan returned to the company, seeking an explanation from Qin Mu.
He wanted to know how Qin Mu, as Tao Jing's manager, could allow her to speak so recklessly on the program.
There wasn't a more professional manager in the industry than Qin Mu.
The only plausible explanation for him to sit idly by and watch the mistake unfold was this:
"You were happy to let it happen, willing to use any means necessary for traffic, weren't you?"
Gu Moyan's expression was grim, his tone sharp and confrontational.
To become a gold-medal manager, the primary requirement wasn't ability, but rather a thick skin.
Being scolded so harshly to his face, Qin Mu still managed to maintain a smile.
"Fresh off the plane and already so fiery? Hey, Xiao Liu, bring a cup of coffee in here."
"Sure, Brother Qin."
Qin Mu gestured for Gu Moyan to sit.