Ding-a-ling…
At that moment, his phone rang, from an unknown number.
Mo Han's eyebrows furrowed slightly but he still answered the call, "Hello, who's this?"
"Mr. Mo, hello, I'm Zhu Xiuli."
Unexpectedly, the call was from the Zhu Family's young miss. Compared to her previously haughty demeanor, she now sounded considerably more respectful, "I've made the apology statement you asked for."
"Also, my grandfather has suspended me from my position as deputy director of operations last night."
"Please, when can you make the Qiankun Elixir again? Grandfather is very anxious…"
Mo Han moved his head and yawned leisurely, replying, "Depends on my mood, probably not these few days."
Having said that, without concern for the other party's feelings, he hung up the phone with a snap.
Buzz buzz buzz…
At this moment, his cellphone vibrated again; Mo Han tapped to see a message from Zhang Da, who he had just become contacts with that morning.
