Shu Boheng saw Zhuang Ling, originally not wanting to call him, but considering that he was involved in the production of the micro film, he decided to have his assistant call him over to join them in going upstairs to watch.

When Zhuang Ling heard this news, she was so shocked that she thought she was hallucinating. It took a while for her to fully process it, and she rushed into the elevator just as the doors were about to close.

Shu Boheng stood in the innermost part, guarded tightly by several male assistants. Zhuang Ling wanted to catch a glimpse of him, but he had to pass through a crowd of people, which made him very uncomfortable. On the other hand, one of Shu Boheng's new assistants was very casual and chatted with Zhuang Ling in the elevator, completely ignoring the displeasure of their boss. It seemed that the assistant was fearless like a newborn calf. Fortunately, it was this voice that prevented the elevator atmosphere from becoming too awkward and eerie.

"Zhuang-ge! I'm your fan! I've always wanted to meet you in person! I didn't expect such good luck today!" After saying that, he even reached out his hands to shake Zhuang Ling's hand.

Zhuang Ling saw that he was being "overly polite," so he reluctantly extended his hand and said, "Hello."

Unexpectedly, when Zhuang Ling reached out his hand, it was firmly gripped by the hands of the other person, and he couldn't withdraw it no matter how hard he tried.

"My name is Zhuang Xi! Zhuang Ge, we are from the same family!"

"Oh? How coincidental."

"Zhuang ge, you are nothing like what I see on TV."

"Oh?"

"Ah! On TV, you're always portrayed as that domineering CEO with a cold and distant aura. I didn't expect you to be so approachable in real life!"

Zhuang Ling: "...". I have been so cold towards you, how could you think I am approachable? Are you being too familiar? Haven't you noticed that my cousin's expression is getting worse and worse? Quickly let go of my hand!

My home! Zhuang Ling was startled by this term that naturally came out. Unconsciously, had he already positioned Shu Boheng as "my home"? He couldn't bear to see others getting intimate with him and would even consider his own feelings when someone approached him.

He couldn't help but speak up, "Bo... President Shu, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing." Shu Boheng tightly pursed his lips, his face stern and his gaze fixed ahead, giving off the impression of an unsympathetic boss.

"I-I have been..." He was still trying to explain why he hadn't been able to visit the headquarters every day, but Shu Boheng seemed to know what he was going to say and interrupted him.

As an employee, work should be the priority. Let's not talk about anything other than work.

It seemed like a normal sentence, but in Zhuang Ling's ears, it felt as if Shu Boheng was responding to himself, saying, "It's okay, I know you're busy, I don't blame you."

Zhuang Ling's heart suddenly felt delighted, about to say something, when the elevator door opened with a "ding". The assistants instantly split into two rows, allowing the boss to leave first.

Not sure if it was the air in the elevator that was a little stuffy, but Shu Boheng felt a slight discomfort in his chest. He concealed it by pressing his chest with his briefcase, then continued walking forward.

And this scene happened to be noticed by the sharp-eyed Zhuang Ling, causing his face to immediately turn pale!

"Shu General! Are you feeling discomfort in your chest..."

Shu Boheng turned around and inexplicably gave him a glance. He uttered the words "Keep up" and then completely ignored him.

Zhuang Ling was left behind with great worry, but seeing that his steps were still steady, he reluctantly let go of his anxiety and followed behind, entering the office of the director of the Art Department.

As soon as Zhuang Ling entered the office, he saw that there were already four or five people seated inside, both men and women, some familiar faces and some strangers. What surprised him the most was that Zhou Qing was also in there.

"Why are you here, Zhou Qing?"