Not hearing Zhou Mo's voice, Qi Jincheng's eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem, I'll handle it right away."
Zhou Mo dared not be distracted any longer.
After Qi Jincheng hung up the phone, he waved to the front desk staff in the VIP lounge, "A cup of coffee."
But just as he finished speaking,
his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, slightly surprised by the note on it.
"What happened?"
It was the number of his Secretary-General, Jiang Wanxing.
Jiang Wanxing, like Zhou Mo, had been by his side for five years; she and Zhou Mo were his right-hand men.
However, in the past two years, it had always been Zhou Mo who dealt with matters outside, while Jiang Wanxing took care of internal company affairs.
And anything company-related was usually communicated to him by Zhou Mo.
For Jiang Wanxing to call him personally now could only mean that something very serious had happened at the company.
