Bill Treiber nervously approached the door to Jared Hughes's office, knocked on it, and only walked in carefully after getting permission from inside.
"Mr. Hughes, you asked for me." When Bill Treiber entered, he saw Jared Hughes staring at an old button-style mobile phone.
What situation was this?
What was Mr. Hughes doing with his phone?
He dared not ask anything and could only stand obediently in place.
"Keep the news about the land in the West Side under control on the internet." Jared Hughes, without lifting his head, continued to look at his phone.
"Sure." Bill Treiber quickly agreed, almost eager to leave right away.
"Have you ever loved someone for more than ten years?" Jared Hughes seemed to think of something, raised his head to look at Bill Treiber and asked.
