"Oh, isn't this Mr. Ning?" The producer naturally put his hand down, then glanced at the person on the floor, thinking that Ning Zesheng, busy with company affairs, probably wouldn't remember the company's newcomer, simply stepped over her, picked up a bottle of wine and a glass and walked over to Ning Zesheng.
The secretary quickly stepped forward to stop him a meter away.
The producer remembered Ning Zesheng's quirks and gave an awkward smile.
Those present, seeing the producer being so courteous, all became somewhat more cautious.
Ning Zesheng suddenly looked at the person on the floor and said blandly, "Get up right now!"
He wasn't yelling at me; he wasn't yelling at me!
Qiao Anlu muttered to herself a few times, then the person next to her suddenly kicked her, "He told you to get up."
Only then did she slowly crawl up from the floor with a mournful face. It was worse than getting beaten here!
