"Manager, Director, this matter is still negotiable," Ling Chao quickly suggested.
"How can it be negotiated? No media person would believe what she just said," Director Wang slammed the table.
Ye Ranran did not feel a bit sad. That’s the workplace for you. A minor mistake can lead to dismissal if someone wanted to pick on you. What more, when she had committed such a major blunder.
Even if there no press conference, she would still be dismissed.
"The media may not believe it, but I do." Just as Ye Ranran was about to leave with her bag, a voice came from outside the door.
Jun Mochan with his tall, handsome figure appeared before Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran stared at him, lost in a swirl of emotions. She wanted to rush over to him, but she didn’t want to appear weak in front of him.
In the end, she did nothing, just stood there, gazing at him blankly.
A surge of anger welled up in Jun Mochan, but it vanished the moment he saw Ye Ranran’s moist, tearful eyes.
"Did they wrong you?" Jun Mochan pinched Ye Ranran’s face.
Ye Ranran struggled to speak, "Why are you here?"
"How could I not come when something major has happened?" Jun Mochan took Ye Ranran’s hand and sat down.
"Let me introduce you all to my wife, Ye Ranran," Jun Mochan said very seriously.
Ling Chao and the others were all astonished, staring at Jun Mochan.
"You made my wife take the fall, shouldn’t you have asked me first?" Jun Mochan asked with a smile.
The mirth that didn’t quite reach his eyes gave a chilling impression, making Ling Chao and the others shiver involuntarily.
"A misunderstanding, this whole thing is a misunderstanding," Director Wang hurriedly said.
Jun Mochan toyed with Ye Ranran’s hand, "Misunderstanding? I just heard that even if it’s a misunderstanding, no one would believe it once it gets out."
Director Wang shot a glance at Ye Ranran. Seeing her weak and vulnerable appearance, he hadn’t expected that she had a big move up her sleeve.
"Just joking, it was a joke," Director Wang said, forcing a smile.
"Ah Chuan," Jun Mochan didn’t want to waste time with them.
Ah Chuan nodded, "I checked the telephone records of everyone in the design department and found this."
Ah Chuan opened his laptop and brought up the records.
"This 188***334 phone number had five contacts with a number 134***667, and that number happens to be a personal number of Star Run’s designer," he reported.
"As for who owns the 188 number, you will know once you make a call."
Ah Chuan wrote down a string of numbers and placed it in front of the three.
Looking at that number, Ling Chao felt a chill run through his heart, how, how could...
"What? Don’t you dare to call?" Seeing Ling Chao’s pale face, Jun Mochan’s smile deepened.
"Is there some mistake?" Ling Chao asked.
Manager Zhu reprimanded, "You haven’t even made the call, how do you know it’s a mistake? Do you know the owner?"
"He knows, very well indeed. But whether it’s a mistake, why not call and find out?" Jun Mochan suggested casually.
"Let me make the call," Director Wang took out his phone.
"Hello, may I ask if you are..."
From the other end of the phone came a voice not unfamiliar to Ye Ranran. If not Ling Yun, then who?
Ye Ranran stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.
"I am Jiang Xuan’s assistant..."
"Why call at this hour? Didn’t I tell you not to call me during work hours? And she’s changed her assistant again? What’s the reason for contacting me this time? The design draft issue has already caused a huge stir; it’s best if we don’t meet up for now."