The director’s laughter seemed so crafty. Why was there this nagging feeling of disbelief?
But the fact was, ten minutes after Ji Chengzhi made the call, Secretary Gao, who was at the factory, received a call from the president saying An Ning had gone over to the factory, and he should look for her and bring her back to the hospital.
An Ning was hospitalized, wasn’t she? How did she suddenly end up here?
Upon hearing this, Secretary Gao was startled and, without caring for the work at hand, rushed to search for her.
However, after making a round near the factory, he discovered that there was no sign of her at all; not to mention her, women were rare in this suburban area.
Secretary Gao stood at the intersection, helplessly calling the president, "Young Master, I haven’t seen An Ning here. Are you sure she came?"
At that moment, Ou Mucen, who was outside meeting a client, suddenly received the call and his face immediately darkened, "You’re asking me? Whom should I ask?"
No, sir, wasn’t it you who asked me to search for her around here? If she’s not here, whom else should I ask?
Secretary Gao was on the verge of going crazy, but since the person on the phone had already spoken this way, he dared not ask further and could only reply, "I’ll keep looking then."
And then he prepared to hang up and continue the search.
But then, the man on the phone suddenly threw another question, "Didn’t you call her phone?"
Secretary Gao quickly replied, "I did, but her phone is turned off..."
The man sitting in a high-end restaurant meeting with a client, hearing this, felt like crushing the woman’s lousy phone to pieces in minutes!
Was she so poor? Carrying that piece of junk all day. Would she die spending a bit more for a better one?
In a matter of seconds, the atmosphere in the restaurant plummeted to freezing!
The client, unaware of what had happened but noticing the change after he took a call, sensed it wasn’t anything good and cautiously asked after he hung up, "If Young Master has urgent matters, then... shall we continue another time?"
The man who had thrown his phone on the table picked up the contract again without any expression.
Seeing this, the client had no choice but to carry on as well.
Is the Ou Corporation’s CEO really okay? Why did it feel like he couldn’t even breathe?
While he sat there with his heart pounding, his phone, which had just been tossed aside, rang again. The client reflexively picked up the phone and presented it respectfully, "Young Master, your call..."
Ou Mucen, the temperamental one, could make or break the deal depending on how well he was served.
Fortunately, though the man had thrown the phone earlier, he didn’t refuse to answer once it rang again. Taking it from his hand, he put it to his ear, "Hello?"
"Hello, Uncle. I’m Xiaobao!"
It wasn’t Secretary Gao, but a child!
The man, poised to sign the contract with a pen in hand, froze completely, "Xiaobao? How is it you?"
"Yes, it’s me. Uncle, can you come and pick us up?"
"My mom can’t move at the subway station. She’s just sitting there without moving..."