My family was backward, so I became a virtual anchor in the audio hall.
When I was a newcomer, I was bullied by the old anchors, but the number one on the mysterious list came and slapped me in the face time and time again.
Everyone said that I had a sponsor, but I knew that—the one on the list didn't even dare to say anything to me.
It wasn't until the offline team building that I realized something was wrong with the way the aloof president looked at me.
He blocked my drink, was jealous of me, and publicly declared his sovereignty: "Don't touch him."
But he didn't know that I had recognized him a long time ago - the person who left me without saying goodbye many years ago.
Since he wants to act, I will accompany him fishing.
Later, he pulled me with red eyes: "Give me another chance."
I smiled and asked: "President, why did you disappear back then?"
