About five minutes later.
Tang Corporation.
Tang Wenhuo had just finished lunch and was sitting at his office desk, several documents still spread out in front of him.
His personal cell phone next to him began to beep incessantly.
Messages from four people.
Damn it, the four of them were all private chats.
One sentence here, another there; it took Tang Wenhuo half an eternity to piece together that these people were whining and begging him to bring his precious little sister from Jianghu for an emergency rescue.
Tang Wenhuo: ...
The young man with fox-like eyes had gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose and frowned slightly as sunlight poured in from behind, casting a shadow.
He let out a long sigh, leaned back into the soft chair, clutching his phone, his fingertips tapping on the screen.
'No way, what did you guys run into again yesterday? And can't you say what you need to say in the group chat?'
He had just sent this message to their small group.
