Sun Dasheng has excellent hearing, naturally nothing escapes his ears. He said amusedly: "You do know that haste makes waste, huh? You can't be so hasty anymore, got it?"
"Oh, I understand." Ouyang Jiani, like a schoolchild who has erred, sat upright, almost ready to put her hands behind her back.
Seeing her like this, Sun Dasheng almost burst into laughter again, "Alright, I wanted you not to be anxious, not to be so serious. Relax a bit."
"Oh, okay." Earlier, she hadn't dared to even breathe heavily when the master got angry.
"Have you been following the recent news?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Which aspect are you referring to?" Ouyang Jiani was confused.
"The marvels of the media world, a bunch of media doing everything but their job, too scared to speak up on issues they should monitor, yet they gang up to bash one of the most conscientious enterprises locally?"
Sun Dasheng spoke while growing angry again.
