An Siwei glared at Chen Bin, his scolding like a volley of gunfire.
"No organization, no discipline. Who gave you permission to run advertisements? Did you report this to the station?!"
Chen Bin responded calmly.
"Lan Tai put me in charge of all Spring Festival Gala matters, which means I have the authority to make decisions about related issues. Moreover, no one told me I couldn't run advertisements in the first place."
An Siwei's eyes widened as he stared intensely at Chen Bin.
"Oh? Are you implying I'm deliberately giving you trouble?"
"Of course not. If Mr. An believes I've made a mistake, I won't argue. How about I go back and write a self-reflection? Would that suffice?"
"What kind of attitude is this?! Are you seriously acting righteous after making a mistake?"
Taking a deep breath, Chen Bin forcibly suppressed his anger.
"Fine. What do you want me to do?"
