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  Bai Xiaonian went over to inquire about the situation.

  Yang Yuze was clueless too and he shrugged helplessly.

  “Miss Xia was watching the broadcast inside the recording studio when she suddenly received a call and left. After a while, I got a call from Miss Xia’s to gather all staff working on the few programs under her supervision including the journalists on field work to wait here for her to finish the meeting. The general situation should probably be known only when Miss Xia comes back.”


  As Yang Yuze was speaking, the hosts of a few other programs gradually arrived.

  Even the high-ranking senior host of Haicheng’s program “The Country’s Knowledge Vault”, Xue Zhiren, also known as Old Mr. Xue, came in personally. The old man was a legendary but rarely seen host in the building.

  Yang Yuze immediately welcomed him respectfully along with other slightly famous hosts and program editors who went to greet him, some out of respect for a senior and others simply trying to introduce themselves to him.

  Lin Nuan and Bai Xiaonian greeted the old man from a distance and continued waiting for Miss Xia to come back and hold the meeting at a less crowded corner.

  Since they did not know what time Miss Xia would return, nobody dared to leave.

  After all, the matter was too huge and the news was covered up too discreetly, so sudden that everyone was at a loss for what to do. With everyone panicking, who wouldn’t want to get

  some first-hand news?

  For the first time, the morning news department was quite lively as everyone returned anxiously to try and exchange news with other people in an attempt to understand the situation clearly, but to no avail.

  Yang Yuze was surrounded by the colleagues of the morning news department as they noisily bombarded him with questions, and he had to patiently explain that he really did not know anything.

  The journalists doing fieldwork along with their camera crew were originally working for the news announcements, but they quickly rushed back after being notified. They did not even put down their equipment before they dove into the crowd to get more clues.

  Bai Xiaonian and Lin Nuan hid further away.

  “Do you think that with their passionate discussion, they can really deduce the truth?”


  Bai Xiaonian stood inside a cubicle and leaned against the edge of the desk with her two hands, her finger accidentally touching the mouse and the dark screen lit up immediately.

  Lin Nuan’s gaze swept across the computer screen and froze, replying distractedly, “I don’t know…”


  On the screen was the latest celebrity gossip.

  What truly attracted Lin Nuan was the attached photo displayed on the screen.

  In the photo, in front of a black car parked at a club entrance, was a female celebrity who was wearing a tight-fitting dress and heels that accentuated her hot figure, her slender arm hugging the waist of a tall man with long legs.

  Lin Nuan not only found the man familiar, but she could also tell it was Fu Huai’an at first glance.

  Fu Huai’an had a cigarette in his mouth while his jacket and shirt were unbuttoned. He had both hands in his pocket while he simply stood there and let the female celebrity hug him. Even though it was just a side-view that did not capture clearly Fu Huai’an’s facial features, but his elegant and stable aura remained imposing.

  Her gaze uncontrollably looked towards the photo once more and she reached out her hand to the mouse and scrolled through the page to see that the title of the article was “Su Manman drunk at club, mysterious boyfriend appears to bring her back.”


  Lin Nuan felt her heart being harshly squeezed for some reason and remembered that day in the car when Fu Huai’an picked up the call, as well as the intimate and soft tone of the woman’s voice on the other end of the line.