Although the front desk's staff really didn’t want to do it, they didn’t dare go against Ye Mo’s words. They picked up the phone and called Wang Xiyue’s office.
Wang Xiyue had noticed that the noise had quieted down, so he finally was relaxed; but at that moment his phone rung.
Usually, he wouldn’t pick up these calls. He didn’t want to hear it, in fear of the dissatisfaction of the people staying there. But he still picked it up, praying that it wasn’t someone looking for trouble.
"President Wang, there’s someone at the front desk saying he’s an old friend of yours. He wants you to come downstairs," The front desk lady said with a little stutter.
"Oh, okay, I’ll come downstairs immediately." Wang Xiyue hung up the phone with a bitter look. He didn't dare not to go.
Ye Mo didn’t have to wait for long before Wang Xiyuer's round body came out of the elevator, "May I ask which Qianbei is looking for me? I’m Wang Xiyue. Haha."
