She kept quiet as she whimpered, Mu Rong glanced at the phone that was vibrating nonstop.
He dialed Mr. Tong's number as he was the one in charge of the Public Relations Department and he had to contact him if he need to solve this problem.
After two rings, the phone call was received and a man's low voice spoke out, "Good evening Mu Rong... What can I do for you?"
Mu Rong could hear the sounds of booming loud music at the end of the phone call, he could discern that he was in a Clubhouse.
"I need your assistance urgently.." Mu Rong anxiously responded as he stood up pacing around restlessly.
"I'm sorry Mr. Mu Rong, these aren't working hours, let's talk about it again tomorrow." He responded before he immediately hung up.
"Mr. Tong..?" He called his name but he could only hear the disconnecting ring.
