"It's just that they might ask us to send a new gift—"
"Pick one from the beauty section."
The two chatted casually, as if discussing the exchange of mere goods.
"The one he fancies is quite stubborn."
"Then swap for another one."
"But he specifically likes that one. Dad, how about I pull some strings?"
Qian Duoduo was now terrified whenever Qian Song said that. "What kind of strings?"
"Throw money at it."
"That works." Buying someone's silence was reliable, at least.
And so, the matter was settled.
Qian Duoduo figured Qian Xingxing would definitely take the fall for this. How could a streaming company, a place filled with bad debts year-round, withstand an investigation? One audit and they'd find endless holes; he'd likely have to pay out of pocket to cover it.
Over at the Spirit Healing Department, the atmosphere of impending exams was growing heavier.
