"What happened?"
Yuan Siyi asked cautiously.
"The company's run into some trouble, I need to take care of it."
Song Yun's face was now somewhat gloomy.
It seemed that the call he had just received indeed brought very bad news.
He said goodbye to his family and drove to the company.
Upon reaching the company, he took the VIP elevator straight to the general manager's office, where the professional manager was sitting on the sofa, looking distressed and continuously smoking.
The office was filled with a thick haze of smoke, and Song Yun was forced to step back out as soon as he pushed the door open.
"Old Yan, can you f***ing open a window!"
Song Yun cursed with a frown, knowing that this professional manager was one of the top in their batch. But looking at Old Yan now, with red eyes and a haggard face, he looked as if he had been sucked dry by a demon.
"President Song, you're finally here!"
Old Yan's voice was hoarse as he spoke.
"Tell me the whole story!"
