"Where are you?"
As Zhu Qianying ate a pizza delivered to her hotel room as takeout, she surprisingly received a message from Mr. Yan.
Perhaps, it was a reply to the praising message she had sent out in the afternoon.
"Hotel." With one hand holding the pizza, Zhu Qianying sent back a two-word reply.
Zhu Qianying thought Mr. Yan might need her for something, but there was no further message after her reply.
Zhu Qianying didn't give it much thought. After all, for a busy man like Mr. Yan, it was unusual for him to even have the time to reply to her messages.
Expecting him to send messages back and forth like a young couple in love was less likely than the sun rising from the west.
After Zhu Qianying finished her pizza, she checked on the stock trend of the Mingxuan Group on the internet. Looking at the curve rising to its peak before plummeting like a roller coaster, she felt like clapping her hands and celebrating with a small drink.
