"What?!"
Ye Jingyi and Fang Qing also jumped up from the sofa, staring intently at Lin Bingrui.
"President Lin, it's me." A familiar voice came through the receiver.
Lin Bingrui shuddered violently, his eyes instantly moist, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Mr. Jiang, is it you? Is it really you? You're not dead?"
"Ah!"
A scream rang out, and Ye Jingyi's eyes filled with tears. Her figure flashed as she rushed to Lin Bingrui's side, snatched the phone, and said urgently: "Jiang Chen! Is it you? Is it you, Jiang Chen? Wuwu... Is it you?"
"Jing Yi, it's me, I'm sorry for making you worry!" Jiang Chen's apologetic voice came from the receiver.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Ye Jingyi screamed three times in succession.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the office door was slammed open, and Yan Hu, You Xuan, and Dragon Saint rushed in from outside.
