Qian Haoxuan left Dongyan Media and had just stepped out of the building when his phone began to ring.
He took out his phone and saw it was Dad calling.
"Dad," Qian Haoxuan answered the call.
"How did it go?" Qian Xingchang asked.
"Dad, I went to Dongyan Media and begged at their door, but he still refuses to back off," said Qian Haoxuan.
"Such a useless thing!" Qian Xingchang cursed.
"Dad, don't be anxious, I haven't finished yet," Qian Haoxuan said.
"Then spit it out if you have something to say!" Qian Xingchang said impatiently.
At a time like this, his son was still playing games; Qian Xingchang really wanted to crawl through the phone and smack his son.
