You still wanted us to give you an explanation? How were we supposed to explain? What could we use to explain? The Chief Editor and Deputy Director Gong watched Dong Xuebin coldly, wanting to see exactly who he would call. The Public Security Bureau? The Public Security Bureau had no authority over the newspaper office's territory. Unless he called the Jingcheng Daily Newspaper Group, their supervising department, every other call would be useless. Many reporters around them were waiting to laugh at Dong Xuebin, while others eagerly watched the show. Since the Jingcheng Times Newspaper Office had been founded, nothing like Making a Scene at the Newspaper Office had ever happened.
Under everyone's gaze, Dong Xuebin held up his phone and waited for the call to connect.
Beep... beep... beep...
Qu Yunxuan was somewhat moved by what Dong Xuebin was doing for her, but she was afraid he would suffer for it. She hurriedly said, "Xiao Bin, come back with me. Auntie has already written her resignation letter. So what if I quit? Come on, let's go home." Cao Ping kept giving Dong Xuebin meaningful looks as well, telling him not to make a scene. Neither of them believed Dong Xuebin had the power to influence the Jingcheng Times Newspaper Office, and they were afraid he would get himself dragged into this too.
Dong Xuebin refused to listen. "Leave it to me. Aunt Xuan, don't worry about it."
Beep. The call connected. "Hello, is this Little Dong?"
"It's me." Dong Xuebin said quickly, "Something came up here, and I need your help with something."
"I see. Then wait a moment." Xie Huilan seemed to be speaking to someone else on the other end. "Forget that. Have them go to the meeting first. I'll come over later... Little Dong, all right,