Just as she stepped out of the recording studio, Song Xiaowei ran into the station's deputy director.
He was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses.
He said, "Xiaosong, are you about to head home?"
"Yes." Seeing it was her superior, she couldn't just walk away. She acknowledged him and asked, "Is there something you need, Director Bi?"
"I was just listening to your show."
Director Bi said, "That last caller was clearly hitting on you. In the future, you should just ignore listeners like that."
"It's fine. As long as he's happy."
Song Xiaowei smiled. "Director Bi, if there's nothing else, I'll be heading off now."
"Well, it's so late, you must be hungry. Let me treat you to a late-night snack."
Director Bi continued, "Then I can drive you home. It's not safe for a young woman like you to go home alone this late at night."
"Thank you, Director Bi, but there's no need to trouble you."
