"Dad, you see that? Mo Qian is really busy..." The call ultimately went unanswered. Ji Wei forced a smile and prepared to hand the phone back to Ji Yunli.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yunli persisted, "Call again."
Ji Wei understood her father's temper and had no choice but to grit her teeth and dial again.
...
Meanwhile, in the president's office at the Gu Group.
Gu Moqian was leaning back in his leather swivel chair, his face icy cold as he stared at the few senior executives in front of him. His glare was enough to make their legs tremble.
"Tell me, who made the decision to begin work on the Aida Square project?"
The room fell deathly silent; no one dared to speak.
It was evident that Mr. Gu was in a terrible mood today, and unfortunately, they had walked right into it.
One senior executive gathered the courage to say something when suddenly the phone on the desk began to ring.
Gu Moqian remained indifferent, his expression cold enough to rival an iceberg.
