"Not coming over? Can't you help Aman's cousin?" Dua looked at Aman and was very surprised. "What does he mean?"
"The literal meaning."
Aman gave him a careless smile and left his seat.
The chairman's office turned out to be Old Master's office. On the valuable display rack of the office, there were several expensive antiques and porcelain. Even if this was a company, Old Master was still willing to set up a company like his family. Aman picked up a piece of porcelain and appreciated it. He said, "I guess he thinks that his mother is not in good health now. His son has been busy with work all year round. He should be doing his filial duty at home now."
Dua found that there was something wrong with this question, but he didn't seem to care about Aman. He immediately walked over and said, "Cousin, you mean it. Mr. Emperor said that he couldn't help you, but you didn't care. Don't you doubt anything?"
"What do you suspect?" Aman asked with a smile.
