Crash!
The Director stared in horror at the cup crushed in Bo Hanmo's hand, swallowing nervously as he stole timid glances at the grim-faced man beside him.
Inside, he cursed the guy in charge of the screen countless times: Couldn't you clear those comments off the screen?
So terrified that his voice came out hoarse and trembling, the Director said, "President Bo, please don't take it to heart. Those viewers are just running their mouths. You can't take them seriously! The love between you and Miss Fang is unbreakable, solid as a rock..." In short, he blurted out practically every flattering phrase he could think of.
The staff standing nearby, along with Bo Zhe and the others, all gave the Director thumbs-ups where Bo Hanmo couldn't see.
Wow, nobody can kiss up quite like you!
Had Bo Hanmo not been standing right there, the Director would probably have rolled his eyes at this bunch who only watched without lifting a finger to help. He cursed inwardly while continuing to rack his brains for ways to please Bo Hanmo.
After listening to the Director's string of flattery, Bo Hanmo's utterly grim expression eased a little.
As for the viewer who wanted to steal his wife, he decided to have Assistant Fang speak to that presumptuous woman later and teach her that another man's wife was off-limits.
"Mm."
At that single-word response from Bo Hanmo, the Director felt as though he'd been granted a pardon and nearly burst into tears of relief. He'd finally managed to placate this difficult big shot. What an ordeal!
(●°u°●) I'm falling apart inside right now.
"It isn't nearly as outrageous as you're making it sound! Don't let these expensive-looking things fool you! They're actually all fakes!" As Fang Yao spoke, she casually picked up a vase