"Let's talk about it later," Zhao Yulu said, her mood slightly improved upon hearing Chen Guanglei's words. "By the way, who intervened?"
Chen Guanglei replied, "It was Jiang Yuheng, the son of the president of the Southwestern Chamber of Commerce, who stepped in."
"Jiang Yuheng?" Zhao Yulu frowned slightly. "Is that the one known as the top second-generation rich in Jiang City?"
Chen Guanglei nodded. "That's him. He's in charge of organizing and operating that special investment fund."
Zhao Yulu asked again, "Which bank is the fund entrusted to?"
Chen Guanglei shook his head. "I don't know about that. Things have gotten to this point, and my dad stopped asking. I don't know either."
Zhao Yulu was utterly disappointed. "Fine, I get it. I have to work now, so I'm going to hang up."
Chen Guanglei quickly said, "Yu Lu, this was an accident. I'll take you out to lunch at noon to apologize."
Zhao Yulu responded coldly, "No need, I'll be busy at noon too."
