"Mr. Chu, there's a situation."
Standing respectfully by Chu Mo's side was Jiang Tao, towering at two meters in height, with a pair of eyes as big as copper bells and a commanding presence.
He was dressed in a black suit with a bowtie, his brown leather shoes polished to a shine.
The noodle shop had nearly twenty customers, largely students from the University of Science and Technology who came to eat after class. The prices were moderate, the portions generous and filling, which made it a popular choice among those from more modest backgrounds. At that moment, all eyes were fixed on the imposing figure of Jiang Tao.
Chu Mo merely glanced at him from the corner of his eye and spoke in a flat, lazy tone:
"Speak."
With permission, Jiang Tao took out a phone, turned on the screen, and solemnly handed it to Chu Mo, saying:
"Mr. Chu, please have a look."
