Shaking her head, she put an end to her wild thoughts and set her half-drunk coffee cup back onto the glass coffee table in front of her.
Zhao Xinlian frantically searched her body with both hands, looking for her phone.
"My phone... where's my phone... Here it is! Found it!" Zhao Xinlian hastily took out her phone and accessed Zhao Corporation's official website, logging into the management backend.
"Damn it! Why is the internet so slow right now!" she complained as she stared at the endlessly spinning white screen.
At this moment, she was almost out of her mind with anxiety.
Fortunately, after two or three seconds, the webpage loaded successfully.
She clicked to view the data, opting to see the detailed chart of the Anti-aging Cream's sales figures.
Looking at the red line that seemed to shoot through the sky, soaring like a rocket, Zhao Xinlian could not hide her astonishment.
Then her eyes fell on the long string of blue sales numbers that were skyrocketing every second!
