"If it really was the internal propaganda team taking action, what were their intentions?"
Lu Liang had a feeling, as if it were directed at him, with a 15-minute video in which he occupied one third of the duration.
Although it was a positive image, he wasn't sure whether they were worried he would leave, planning to tie him down, or both.
Lu Liang thought it over and decided to execute the three no's principle: not initiate, not refuse, not take responsibility.
Let the uproar be as loud as it may, he would turn a deaf ear.
Things were fine as they were now, everyone doing their own thing, nothing to do with each other on regular days. He would step in and help whenever he could, but he wouldn't be co-opted.
A cat's meow snapped Lu Liang back to reality.
Li Manli sat in front of him, her legs in a W shape, blinking her adorable big eyes, gazing at him with dewy eyes, her manicured nails lightly scratching the sofa, making a creaking noise.
