"Mr. Yin, there's been an incident!"
"What is it? Why the rush?"
Yin Moran didn't look up, his well-defined hand holding a Parker pen, reviewing the document in his grasp.
His noble figure was poised, stable and graceful, like a king who held control over everything.
"It involves Miss Lin."
That one sentence made Yin Moran's pen pause, and he lifted his handsome face suddenly, his tone grave, "Speak."
That urgent?
Boss, don't panic, though.
Han Chen only dared to grumble in his heart as he placed his cellphone in front of Yin Moran on the desk.
"This just came out on the trending searches. Miss Lin is accused of selling counterfeit goods in her store and getting into a rage, intentionally pushing someone when exposed. There's a lot of discussions going on outside."
Is that so?
Yin Moran's brow furrowed deeply as he quickly skimmed through the news information.