Leng Zimo nodded slightly.
The tall man turned and left, his eyes flashing with a cold light as they landed on the documents in front of him.
The intercom on the desk rang.
Leng Zimo lifted his hand to press the speakerphone button, "Speak!"
"President Leng, the meeting materials you requested have been sent to your email!" Ailin's voice came through.
"Good! You can all go off work now. Also, prepare yourself, as you'll be flying to Paris with me tomorrow!"
After hanging up the phone, he slid the mouse, opened his email inbox, and carefully reviewed the meeting records within.
This time, he was going to sign an official contract with Daigao Company. To secure the greatest benefits for the company, he had to be thoroughly prepared.
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In a supermarket not far from World City.
Luo Xiaoqian pushed a shopping cart around the ingredients section, but she seemed absent-minded.
