Qian Xingxing walked out to the outer room of the technical department to take the call.
He was very curious about why Qian Duoduo was looking for him at this time. He wondered if it was to discuss cooperation or to borrow technology.
He considered many possibilities, but the only thing he didn't expect was that once the call connected, the person on the other end would shamelessly act as if nothing had happened and call him "Xingxing" just like before.
Qian Xingxing was speechless.
A wave of nausea welled up almost instantly. But he held his tongue, wanting to see what tricks Qian Duoduo had up his sleeve.
"Calling me at this hour—what's the matter?"
"I'm calling to talk about things between us."
He was completely baffled. Before he could process what there was left to discuss between them, the other side immediately continued, "Xingxing, you've been out there for so long. It's time to come home.
