"How is the investigation by the people sent out? Where is Qin Kemin?"
Pei Mochen's tone was full of gunpowder.
Fire burned in the black eyes.
Vanilla kowtowed her head lower in fear, "President, Qin Kemin has never appeared. We tried our best to look for her again, but she just disappeared out of thin air."
After saying that, she raised her head in surprise, pointed at the newspaper on Pei Mochen's desk, and asked cautiously, "President, do you suspect she did this?"
"If we can't find Qin Kemin within three days, let all those people go away." Pei Mochen reached out and picked up all the newspapers on the table, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can.
He walked towards the office door angrily.
A few photos and an exaggerated report not only troubled the Pei family, but also implicated the Jing family.
"Hmph!" The seventy or eighty-year-old man glared with turbid eyes, and the glasses on his nose moved with his movements.
Holding a stack of newspapers in his hand, he threw it heavily in front of Jing Feng.
The old man roared angrily, making people shudder.
"It has completely embarrassed our Tian Jing."
With his hands behind his back, he has a strong body, wearing a black coat and a dark brown scarf around his neck.
When he glanced at the headline in the newspaper, his face turned green with anger.
Jing Feng sat on the office chair, raised his eyes, and glanced lightly at the old man standing in front of him.
He stood up slowly and unhurriedly, opened the newspapers one by one, and stopped when he saw the photo of Zhang Mofei hanging a scarf for him.
The corner of her mouth raised slightly, "The angle was not chosen well. If I take a few photos from behind, I can get the illusion that she is holding me."
He lowered his eyelids, put his hands into his trouser pockets, and said in a leisurely tone, "What a pity."
"You..." The old man was angry and covered his chest with one hand.
The veins on his forehead bulged clearly, and his face turned from red to green.
The attendants around him hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Master, calm down."
For the sake of his own health, the old man gradually calmed down.
Pointing his finger at Jing Feng, he said sadly, "If I hadn't expected you to continue the legacy of the Jing family, I would have beaten you to death with a stick right now."
Hearing this, Jing Feng looked at the old man with a smile, "After all, you still can't bear to fight? If you hit the Jing family, you'll end the family."
He walked slowly around the desk and walked to the old man's side, his narrow eyes slightly curved.
Looks very calm.
Mr. Jing raised his hand and hit Jing Feng hard on the shoulder, "You brat, hurry up and clarify this matter with the newspaper."
The anger seems to have subsided a lot.
After all, he is his precious grandson, so he still feels distressed.
Jing Feng asked, "Don't you think that this means that there is no silver in this place?"
Some people want to use this to cause trouble for her and make the outside world question her character, and the media wants to use this to hype her up and make profits.
Explanations and clarifications are of no use, tough measures must be taken.
He caused trouble for Zhang Mofei and dared to take advantage of him. Even if that person dug three feet into the ground, he would still dig it out.
Mr. Jing had a sullen face and frowned, his anger gradually disappearing.
"Tonight we are having dinner with the daughter of Secretary C City King. You'd better be more at ease with me. I will invite the media over then."
Hearing this, Jing Feng said, "Grandpa, I advise you not to do that."
He knew the old man's purpose and wanted to clarify it for him.
He already liked her and didn't need any clarification.
