This person is the chief editor of the country’s largest newspaper and magazine group—Zeng Qi.
He led the applause, and even if so reporters were dissatisfied with what Zeng Xiaocheng said, none of them dared to speak up now.
So reporters even suppressed their displeasure and hypocritically applauded, loudly praising that Zeng Xiaocheng spoke well.
Su Xiaong was a bit confused, glanced at Zeng Xiaocheng, and saw that although the man had a serious face, there was a hint of pride in his expression.
"I’ve finished speaking. Dear reporters, you’re not elentary school students, so stop asking the sa question repeatedly; ask questions with quality and sophistication."
"Every day you’re hoping for soone to have a conflict or to see a dispute arise between people—is this fair to the print and ink that publish your articles?"
After Zeng Xiaocheng finished talking, he left his seat, and as he turned, he winked at Su Xiaong.
Honestly, a twenty-six-year-old man, still quite mischievous...
Although Su Xiaong couldn’t quite grasp the situation, she was left with only gratitude towards Zeng Xiaocheng.
Zeng Xiaocheng stepped off the stage from the side, and at the door, Shan Minglang stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall.
When Zeng Xiaocheng ca out, he saw him and reached out, looking as if he was about to put an arm around Shan Minglang’s shoulder,
"Let’s go, let’s get so food!"
Shan Minglang moved his body to the side, creating so distance,
"I didn’t bring any food; the snacks in here are for my aunt."
"Ah?... Oh, then accompany your brother to eat outside!"
Zeng Xiaocheng said this as he noticed Shan Minglang arriving at the company with a thermal container.
Shan Minglang knew that Yin Group was holding a press conference today, so he brought so snacks over for Su Xiaong. The real motive behind the snacks was to witness the press conference firsthand.
Despite the rampant rumors outside, even soone as usually uninvolved like him had to pay attention.
Who would have thought that just upon entering the company, he would run into Zeng Xiaocheng?
Zeng Xiaocheng was heading towards the press conference venue, boasting along the way that his speech could absolutely calm the whole venue!
Shan Minglang truly thought this man was... um, ostentatious!
However, standing at the entrance, listening to Zeng Xiaocheng indeed quiet the entire press conference with just a few words!
That mont of silence...
Shan Minglang liked that mont of silence, as if everyone began to ponder Zeng Xiaocheng’s question: what goal does today’s news dia truly have to continue in this industry?
He didn’t expect Zeng Xiaocheng to pose such a question, nor did he expect...
"Why are you looking at like that, are you chard by ?"
Zeng Xiaocheng’s eyebrows raised with pride, looking completely different from the stern persona that questioned the dia reporters earlier.
Shan Minglang directly asked,
"What’s your relationship with Zeng Qi?"
"Ahem ahem..."
Zeng Xiaocheng truly didn’t anticipate Shan Minglang would ntion Zeng Qi’s na so bluntly, and he looked at him with surprise.
"You know Zeng Qi?"
Seeing Zeng Xiaocheng’s expression, Shan Minglang knew there was certainly a connection between Zeng Xiaocheng and Zeng Qi.
His lips curled up slightly,
"As expected, if you weren’t family, how could anyone applaud your nonsensical words? Chief Editor Zeng is truly a unique presence in the news publishing industry..."
"What do you an?"
"Chief Editor Zeng, oh Chief Editor Zeng, going to such lengths for his confidant... So what exactly is his relationship with you?"
Shan Minglang walked forward with the thermal container, asking.
Zeng Xiaocheng lifted his chin, uttering two words,
"My dad!"
Shan Minglang’s long legs gave way, and his body wobbled to the side.
Standing back up, he blinked at Zeng Xiaocheng with wide eyes...
"What?"
"You don’t look alike..."
"Of course, how could my dad be as handso as ?"
Zeng Xiaocheng beca proud again, and casually took the thermal container from Shan Minglang’s hand, "Let carry it, brother."
"..."
Shan Minglang frowned, his thermal container now transferred into Zeng Xiaocheng’s hand, watching the man walking in front...
Shan Minglang just felt completely out of sorts.
This man... is there sothing wrong with him?
Zeng Xiaocheng walked ahead, steps light, his deanor filled with pride from his earlier performance certainly being dashing!
He managed to solve a problem for his sister-in-law and put on a charming show for the little guy!
The more Zeng Xiaocheng thought about it, the lighter his steps beca, and he almost felt like he was floating—
"Watch out!"
Shan Minglang was shocked, and another shout was too late, as Zeng Xiaocheng missed a step on the staircase, his body tilted, tumbling down the stairs!
"Ah! Ah ah ah!"
The cries of pain alerted the security guards.
Shan Minglang hurriedly descended the stairs, supporting Zeng Xiaocheng,
"Hey, did you hurt yourself anywhere!"
Falling down the stairs was no joke...
"Leg, leg, leg!"
Zeng Xiaocheng curled his leg, truly injured.
Shan Minglang’s brows knitted together even tighter, and Zeng Xiaocheng was really in pain, yet even in pain, he wasn’t one to wail pathetically.
He just...
Seeing the little guy’s worried face, Zeng Xiaocheng felt that the tumble was quite worth it.
Zeng Xiaocheng was genuinely hurt, with skin scraped on his nose and forehead, blood at the corner of his mouth, and he had hit his teeth during the fall.
"You didn’t—hey! My dear, my aunt’s afternoon tea! Damn, the thermal container didn’t break, right!"
Shan Minglang wanted to express so concern and inquire about Zeng Xiaocheng’s condition, but a glance accidentally caught sight of the thermal container that had rolled to the entrance. Instantly—
He imdiately removed his hand from Zeng Xiaocheng’s shoulder, quickly rushing to the entrance, picking up the thermal container, opening it at the front desk, and only relaxed upon seeing the snacks safe inside.
Zeng Xiaocheng’s entire expression stiffened.
What, what... does this count as?
He’s, his leg is broken, yet a thermal container is more important?
As Zeng Xiaocheng rolled down the stairs, several nearby security guards gathered around, so helping him up, while others called for an ambulance.
Shan Minglang wasn’t completely heartless, but seeing Zeng Xiaocheng could still yell, he figured it wasn’t too serious.
He handed the thermal container to the front desk staff, instructing them to deliver it to the president’s office.
The front desk staff were already familiar with Shan Minglang, this young and charming man was a daily presence at the Yin Group.
"Young Master Shan, rest assured, it will certainly be delivered to President Su!"
"Thanks, sister!"
Shan Minglang smiled and expressed his gratitude, then turned back around, eting Zeng Xiaocheng’s gaze as he looked towards him...
He wasn’t shouting anymore, nor was he in pain, just lying on the ground, letting the security guards fret around him. His thick eyebrows and large eyes were simply staring straight at Shan Minglang.
In those eyes...
Um, a look of hopelessness.
Shan Minglang coughed lightly a few tis and squatted down next to Zeng Xiaocheng,
"Mr. Zeng, where did you get hurt?"
Zeng Xiaocheng just silently looked at him...
One of the security guards hesitantly guessed,
"He didn’t... get knocked silly, did he?"
"You’re the one who got knocked silly!"
With Zeng Xiaocheng’s loud and angry shout, the security guard was imdiately put in his place, energetically retreating several steps, standing obediently far away.
Shan Minglang crouched there, one hand resting on his knee,
"Where exactly did you fall? Your face and leg seem fine, did you hurt your back or waist?"
Zeng Xiaocheng looked at Shan Minglang, and as he looked, his thin lips pouted like a child, high and seeming terribly wronged...
This scene was unbearably awkward to Shan Minglang,
"Zeng Xiaocheng, you... you’re not a sissy, are you?"
Zeng Xiaocheng felt like he was choking, and the suppression intensified as he almost choked when asked by Shan Minglang,
He was just...
Laying there, he just stared silently at Shan Minglang...
The nearby security guard, hearing this, hesitantly stepped back, gauging the situation and retreated to a distance.
"Hey, didn’t I—oh my! My goodness! My aunt’s afternoon tea! Gosh, I hope the thermal container isn’t broken!"
Shan Minglang initially intended to show so concern for Zeng Xiaocheng’s condition, but his eyes inadvertently glanced aside and saw the thermal container had already rolled to the entrance, then—
He imdiately withdrew his hand from Zeng Xiaocheng’s shoulder, rushed over to the entrance, grabbed the thermal container, and when he saw the snacks were intact, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
Zeng Xiaocheng’s face froze completely.
This, what... what is this?
Am I... is my leg broken and it still isn’t as important as a thermal container?
As Zeng Xiaocheng rolled down the stairs, several nearby security guards crowded around, so helping him up, so calling an ambulance to get help.
anwhile, Shan Minglang returned, leaned down next to Zeng Xiaocheng, and said,
"What did you actually hurt? Your face and leg seem fine...",
Zeng Xiaocheng looked at him silently...
One of the security guards, watching this, hesitantly guessed,
"Why are you looking at like that? Did you fall under my spell?"
Zeng Xiaocheng shouted with spirit but with a twinge of anger.
He was just...
His whole face stiffened, filled with a complete loss of hope.
Shan Minglang could only awkwardly clear his throat, then he knelt down beside Zeng Xiaocheng,
"What exactly did you hurt? Is your face still okay? How about your leg? Your back?"
Zeng Xiaocheng just kept silently staring at him...
One of the security guards hesitated, then backed off to a safe distance, guessing the situation.
In this era of drama culture, Shan Minglang scooped up Zeng Xiaocheng into a "princess carry"!
"Wow wow wow...!"
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