The expressions of the three were somewhat heavy, and Chu Hao said:
"How could this happen all of a sudden? Is someone causing trouble behind the scenes?"
"It's really possible," Ma Guotao said, "otherwise, they wouldn't suddenly say they're not coming."
"It's pointless to say this now. At the very least, the people I invited haven't said they won't come," Zhao Jing said:
"None of you should panic, go take care of your own things first. If it really doesn't work, just bring in some people to fill the crowd. We might not have the substance, but we must save face."
"Got it."
The two left, and Zhao Jing kept checking her phone frequently, afraid that someone would call and say they weren't coming to the sponsorship event.
"Director Zhao."
Just then, a bright laugh came.
Zhao Jing turned her head towards the door and saw a not very tall, middle-aged man with a beer belly and a balding hairstyle walking in from the outside.
