Slamming the phone onto the table, Chen Ziming threw himself heavily into the chair, his eyes glued to the numbers on the screen, like a mad dog, eyes bloodshot.
The phone rang again on the table, and without looking, he picked it up and answered.
"What now?"
"Mr. Chen, it's Xiaosang." On the phone, it wasn't his subordinate from the United States, but his assistant, Assistant Sang, "Where are you now?"
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't waste time!" Chen Ziming wasn't in the mood for idle chat.
"Well... did you see that news? I just wanted to remind you, you'd better not appear in public, those journalists are definitely looking for you everywhere now!"
News?
Journalists!
"What news?"
"It's about... Miss Ji's matter."
"I know."
