Chu Xun looked at Old Wang, her brows tightly furrowed…
Fu Tianci was still making a last-ditch effort to struggle, his two long legs refusing to let go of the door frame.
Old Wang made a motion for Chu Xun to step aside and talk. When it was just them alone, he suggested, "If you really don't want the kid to take part in this anymore, we could tamper with the votes in the next round. It won't be so obvious this way, and the kid could leave the show feeling justified, right? If not… we can't possibly keep tabs on this kid and keep him from spouting nonsense everywhere, can we?"
Chu Xun hesitated.
After giving it some thought, Chu Xun whipped out her phone and stepped away to a quiet corner as she dialed Secretary Song's number. But it was Fu Qingquan who picked up the phone.