CHAPTER 393: CHAPTER 391: MY MATERNAL UNCLE

"Oh?" Director Li rose from his seat, closing in on Shi Koufan with a gloomy air, "I’m full of nasty tricks?"

"No, no..."

"I’m a nasty old man?"

"Not at all..."

"Alright, no need to say anymore. Shi Koufan, get off the car now and walk to the hotel yourself."

"Don’t, Director, I was wrong."

"So, Wen Qiao, tell me," Director Li turned his head to look at Wen Qiao, who was sitting in the second row sucking on a straw in his fruit tea, "What should we do with someone like Shi Koufan who doesn’t take the director seriously?"

Wen Qiao, suddenly called upon, paused: "Why am I the one to say it?"

"Because you’re the darling of the group."

The sardonic voice of Director Li echoed from within the vehicle.

Wen Qiao spit out his straw and chuckled, "Then give him a red card. His behavior is much worse than when Qi Ming and I were disrespectful last time."

Director Li nodded, "I think that’s a good idea, later I’ll—"

Before Director Li could finish, Shi Koufan had already turned around, grabbing his bag and preparing to get off: "Then I guess I’ll just walk over."

Everyone was amused and started laughing.

But Qi Ming, sitting in the back rows, couldn’t feel any joy.

Because right now, he could distinctly feel waves of cold emanating from the person next to him.

Qi Ming’s hand, clutching his backpack, tightened unconsciously, and his body leaned to the side.

Please, just shut up.

Just as Qi Ming was about to change seats, Director Li upfront finally ended the topic that made Qi Ming’s heart tremble.

"Alright, we have a special guest with us this time, the CEO of Huasong Media."

The three who were laughing quieted down, following Director Li’s gaze to see the man sitting beside Qi Ming.

Actually, when they first got on the bus, they had seen someone sitting beside Qi Ming, and even though they knew the name Fu Jinghen well, they hadn’t thought for a moment that he would appear on their variety show.

When Director Li introduced him, he mentioned the CEO of Huasong Media, but who didn’t know that Huasong was backed by the FS Group.

So they didn’t take a close look, thinking he was just some staff member who had followed along.

Stupefied, Shi Koufan asked, "President Fu? Which President Fu?"

"What other President Fu could there be? Don’t be in disbelief; it’s the one you’re thinking of right now." Qi Ming stood up from his seat, casually tossing his backpack onto it, and raised his hands around Fu Jinghen, making a twinkling gesture, "Let me give a grand introduction: the head of Huasong Media and FS Group, Fu Jinghen, who is also my maternal uncle."

"Cough, cough, cough cough cough cough cough..."

Wen Qiao, in the front, nearly sprayed out his fruit tea after hearing Qi Ming’s introduction of Fu Jinghen. Swallowing it, he suddenly started coughing fiercely.

What an odd and bizarre introduction.

Head of the clan? Did he think he was in a fairy tale drama?

Fu Jinghen, hearing Wen Qiao’s cough, glanced at Qi Ming coolly, wishing he could carve the words "I don’t know you" onto his face.

He stood up from his chair and looked discreetly towards Wen Qiao.

The young girl covered her mouth, her face flushed red from coughing, and her eyes watery.

Fang Baichen was the oldest among them, having seen more of the world, and quickly came to his senses, stepping forward to greet Fu Jinghen, "President Fu."

After agreeing to record the variety show at Wen Qiao’s invitation, Fu Jinghen did some homework, and he vaguely remembered that Fu Qiang had a period of being a fan, chasing after none other than Fang Baichen.