The notebook was pushed in front of Chang Zhuxuan again.
Seeing Qin Yu's familiar handwriting at the top of the page, Chang Zhuxuan let out a sigh of relief and calmed down.
The phone was still ringing.
However, he did not accept it immediately. Instead, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
The call went through, and neither side spoke directly, causing a brief silence.
"Hello, it's me, Shi Peiyu."
Hearing the conversation.
"Oh, it's Master Yu. How have you been recently?"
Chang Zhuxuan's tone was calm. If one listened carefully, one could even hear a faint smile in his words.
"You did well," said the old man in the Chinese tunic suit.
"After your father passed away, I saw some information about you. I thought you really did not inherit your father's style and capability and were willing to be a normal accountant.
