"What's the matter?" Du Heng helplessly rubbed his temples, which were throbbing incessantly.
Kang Zhirong gave a slight nod. "Dean, there are two things."
"Go ahead."
"First, during the meeting just now, a man named Dong Yuezhang called you. He said he's the Town Mayor of Central Lake and a friend of yours. He asked you to call him back when you're free."
Du Heng nodded with a tense face, propped his elbows on the desk, and his index fingers started from his eyebrows, then scraped all the way to his temples, where he massaged them.
After rubbing them three or four times, he brought his four fingers together and continued scraping downwards along the back of his ears, all the way to the prominent bone at the back of his neck.
After doing this several times, he felt much more comfortable as both his neck and head loosened up.
"Alright, I understand. What's the other thing?"
"It's about the short video platform."
Platform?
Du Heng's brow furrowed again.
