M Country.
In the presidential suite of the Intercontinental Hotel.
Yun Mo gazes out the floor-to-ceiling windows.
At the edge of this cosmopolitan city, the sky is starting to light up.
On the phone.
"The user you are calling has switched off."
The automated message rings out over and over again.
Until Yun Mo's hands clench tight, veins appearing on his knuckles.
Finally, he gave up calling, assuming that the other person despised turning on their phone, despised receiving his calls.
However, his brows furrow tightly, like a twisted rope.
How much heartache, how much bitterness, no one knows.
An hour later.
Having just taken a cold shower, he receives a call from his assistant.
He is informed of a meeting in half an hour at the hotel's conference room to sign the cooperation agreement for various mobile APP software with the M Country's partner.
With his restored composure, Yun Mo grips the phone with ease.
