Huang Han finally understood what her boss meant, "So, you're saying we don't have to just cater to the current wave of praise from netizens? Instead, we should stick to our company's original pace, doing things our own way step by step?"
"Not so dumb." Sun Dasheng said, ambiguously praising or criticizing.
Huang Han was delighted; she felt she had been praised.
"Then I'll respond according to your instructions?" Huang Han asked.
"Yes, go ahead. Tell them not to act rashly, and if someone interviews, pass it to the company's PR department." Sun Dasheng waved his hand.
...
"Oh dear, I'm exhausted lately. You must give me a massage." Xiang Yiren hugged Sun Dasheng's neck to show off upon returning home.
"I've been doing everything for the company and for you." She reminded him.
"Alright! Our great contributor." Sun Dasheng took out her usual yoga mat, laid it on the floor, and said to her, "Lie down and let your man show his skills."
