That evening, sitting at the dining table, Xia Lu glanced at Zhou Mingchen.
He was casually eating his meal, feeling no guilt about taking over a large share of Box Madness Company's publicity department's work.
Xia Lu couldn't help but want to interrogate him, wanting him to feel remorse for his actions.
"Why did you have to organize an exhibition?"
Caught off guard by this question, Zhou Mingchen looked bewildered, "What exhibition?"
"The figures you bought from our company, aren't you planning to hold an exhibition? I already know about it."
Zhou Mingchen was completely indifferent, "So what?"
Xia Lu's eyes widened, "By doing this, you're stealing our work hey, promoting new products is something our own marketing department's publicity staff should handle—you're basically…" she remembered a proverb, "usurping our roles."
Zhou Mingchen continued to eat, his face expressionless.
