The next morning, it was a sunny day.
Early in the morning, Wu Hao had already arrived at the ink Garden and was waiting.
When she entered the living room, she saw mo Yanchen sitting on the sofa and reading the financial morning paper.
"Young master mo."
"You're here? Sit. " Mo Yancheng lifted his head and looked at him.
"Alright," he said. Wu Hao, sit down! Then, he handed over the report.""Everything has been verified. The LAN corporation's internal accounts have been tampered with. Should we hand it over?"
Hearing this, mo Yancheng's eyes darkened. He raised his head and looked at the report. Other than tax evasion, he had also written a few empty checks.
These bad records were enough to make the LAN Corporation close down for investigation.
"Find an appropriate time to hand it in."
"Yes." Wu Hao also had the same intention.
