The Beijing Son-in-law, terrifying indeed.
...
Tianyun Capital, inside Shang Qi's office.
His phone was on speaker the entire time, and Zhao Qing's anxious voice echoed throughout the office.
"What do we do? What should we do now?"
"Zhang Wei screwed up at the crucial moment!"
"And how did this baffling situation even occur, when just yesterday everything was fine!"
"What are we supposed to do, seriously what are we supposed to do!"
"I heard from Zhang Wei yesterday that even the big shot isn't planning to go deep into this!"
Listening to Zhao Qing babbling on due to worry, Shang Qi only felt his head buzzing.
Sitting in his chair, his chest heaving, obviously just as furious.
The gentle Wen Ting approached at this moment, beginning to softly pat his chest to indicate he should not be anxious, but remain rational.
However, her skirt had already been rolled up halfway, and Shang Qi forcefully pushed her away.
"Don't bother me right now!" he shouted sternly.
