"Brother Wei?" Qiao Xiguan looked at Wei Yong as he sank into thought, gently calling him and reminding, "Huo Xiaoxi is all in the past now."
Wei Yong looked at Qiao Xiguan.
This woman was truly extraordinary, not only highly adept at accommodating his preferences but also seemingly clear on what he was thinking and concerned about. His brows furrowed, "Since even Little Qiao dares to confront Huanyu Group head-on, what do I have to worry about. Besides, the journalism industry has long been in an unhealthy state of lethargy and submission, it's about time for journalists to stand up and report the true news. Heaven has entrusted me with a great mission, and I will certainly take it on!"
"In chaotic times, heroes emerge," Qiao Xiguan echoed.
"Hopefully so."
"Then, tomorrow I'll have Yin Xiang get in touch with you. Get your skilled writers ready, hope we'll have a pleasant collaboration," Qiao Xiguan took the initiative to pick up her cup.