"I am Feng Fan."
The words were simple and clear, enunciated with precision, his voice tinged with a cold and indifferent tone.
There was also, a hint of perfunctoriness.
Hearing the voice, Mo Shangjun, who had already guessed the identity of the caller with some certainty, wasn't surprised. She glanced towards the corridor outside, where the sky remained overcast.
Without closing the door, Mo Shangjun strode towards her desk.
"I am Mo Shangjun."
Mo Shangjun sat back in her previous spot, casually picked up a new notebook, and then chose a signing pen from the pen holder.
"Can you make decisions?" the person on the other end asked bluntly, without a hint of courtesy.
The signing pen twirled in her hand, and Mo Shangjun told the truth, "…I can pass on the message."
Feng Fan fell silent for a moment, and then, he reluctantly said, "Well then, let's discuss the matter properly."
"…"
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows in confusion.
