"Not setting a password means there's no password, 2580 is still a password, that's a big difference." Shen Anlingzi defended herself, trying to argue that even a simple password is still a password.
As long as it's a password, it becomes a barrier.
Mu Ri paid her no mind, dialed a number on her phone, and then handed it back to her, saying indifferently, "Save it, it's mine."
"Ah?" Shen Anlingzi looked at him in astonishment. She was too shocked; Mu Ri was no ordinary person. Many artists in the company didn't have the big boss's phone number. Usually, if they needed to contact him, the big boss would directly get in touch with his assistant to communicate with them. And now the big boss had given his personal number to her.
It seemed, it was his private one.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Big boss, are you giving me your phone number because you plan to promote me?" she asked.
Mu Ri: "..."