Game enthusiast Wang Chuan unexpectedly arrived in a technologically advanced parallel world.
What? Games are the Ninth Art, no less significant than music or fine arts.
Thus, starting ...
"First of all, I didn't directly plagiarize other people's games as rumored online."
"From a game producer's perspective, I simply believe that newcomers should take time to settle down and not become complacent based on their temporary success."
"If this has caused any misunderstanding, I deeply apologize."
After receiving the notice from the public relations department, Tian Boxun had no choice but to apologize.
But he was still not convinced, after helping the penguin out of trouble.
The conflict was directed towards him and Wang Chuan personally.
Having said that, it's hard to justify it.
However, the tit-for-tat confrontation between him and Wang Chuan shifted netizens' attention.
If this is applied to the art of war, it is a typical case of besieging Wei to save Zhao!
Using the conflict between him and Wang Chuan as an introduction, the image problem of the penguin was solved.
"Okay, since you want to target me, I'll let you do as you wish."
Wang Chuan smiled with ill intention, and then began to edit the information.
He took the milk tea, the straw of which had already been inserted by Huang Shanshan, and took a sip.
“Ah, it’s delicious!”
"That, that's mine..."
Huang Shanshan gritted her teeth in hatred, wanting to cry but unable to. How could she have ended up with such a rogue boss?
"It's okay, just drink another one."
Wang Chuan didn't care at all and was very shameless.
"But, but, that's what I drank~~"
A blush appeared on Huang Shanshan's fair face, and after she finished speaking, she picked up her milk tea and ran away.
"Ah, this..."
Wang Chuan was suddenly disheveled in the wind.