Seeing him fall onto the ground, the secretary and other subordinates nearby hurriedly supported him.
"Manager, what’s wrong?"
"What happened?"
The female anchors also asked with concern: "Brother Song, what’s happened?"
Manager Song felt as if the world was spinning, his head buzzing, the recent phone calls completely incapacitating his ability to think.
His mind was in utter chaos.
What happened...
How could the company suddenly face such major issues, occurring not just simultaneously but each as incredibly tricky problems?
Any misstep in handling might lead to bankruptcy.
Manager Song’s first response was the urgency to go back and manage the situation, completely ignoring the matters of Yun Qiluo and Yan Yan, imdiately standing up wanting to go to the car.
However, halfway there, he abruptly thought of sothing.
His body stiffened, stopping in his tracks.
Turning back with disbelief, he glanced at the man embracing the young girl leaning against the car, his face dazzlingly beautiful yet exuding a dangerous, aggressive aura.
"Could it... could it be you?"
No, this must be a coincidence! This can’t possibly be real!
Surely it’s just that the company happened to run into trouble!
This man cannot possess such unimaginable ans and power!! And certainly, no one can accomplish this so swiftly!
But observing the man with an expression of assured victory as if he cared about nothing,
an inexplicable voice in Manager Song’s mind told him:
He’s the one who did it.
His face turned pale, nearly collapsing to the ground once again.
This ti, however, no one rushed to support him; his subordinates and Youyu’s female anchors were staring at Yan Yan in shock and fear.
None of them were fools; just from Manager Song’s expression after receiving those calls, they could understand that Youyu was really in trouble!
Could it really be related to this man?
Yan Yan had no ti to care about them; the late autumn night’s wind was cold, and standing by the roadside was even worse.
He tightened his embrace on the young girl in his arms.
Softly asked, "Where’s your coat?"
Yun Qiluo whispered, "Shijia has it."
Yan Yan frowned, his gaze sweeping over the group of female anchors before settling on Song Shijia with orange hair.
Based on the information he reviewed earlier, she appeared to be Little Gua’s roommate.
Song Shijia remained bewildered throughout, still caught in the shock of realizing "the beautiful woman was not Luo Luo’s mother, but rather a man!"
When she looked up, she found the astonishingly beautiful man was staring at her.
Normally, upon encountering soone so attractive, Song Shijia would want to take a few more glances.
But this man was different, leaving her rely frightened.
This man’s aura... was too terrifying, and what kind of background did he have to bring down such a big business like Youyu with just a few words.
eting those eyes filled with hidden danger, her body instinctively tensed up, swallowing anxiously.
Why is he looking at ?
While lost in such thoughts, she saw the man’s thin lips casually move, dropping two words: "Coat."
"Ah?" Song Shijia was stunned for a mont, her brain struggling to respond.
Until she noticed his gaze fixed on the fur coat in her hand, snapping back to reality, she trotted over to deliver the coat.
Naturally, nobody dared stop her now; the female anchors who were pulling at Song Shijia had long let go, not knowing when.
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