"Yu'an, have some water."
"Thank you, Uncle Liang." Lin Yu'an took the water and drank a few large gulps.
Outside, a light drizzle had started falling. Inside the car, there was a brief silence, with only the wipers rhythmically brushing against the windshield.
Finally, Liang Wenbin sighed and spoke with a tone that was both concerned and consultative.
"Yu'an, this time... although you've done a great job, you've also made a huge mistake."
Hearing this, Lin Yu'an put down the water bottle and listened quietly.
"Luckily, luckily your program was not in a live broadcast format." Liang Wenbin's voice carried a hint of lingering fear.
"Imagine, if you had encountered an armed poaching gang with hundreds of thousands of people watching live, or even gotten into a shootout..."
"I can't even imagine the consequences! What started as a good thing could have turned into a disastrous public relations nightmare."
