Mu Jin Huan leaned back on the sofa, his legs crossed, the phone spinning in circles in his palm with slow, gentle movements, elegant and inscrutable.
Five minutes later, the act of playing with his phone abruptly stopped, and his distinctly jointed fingers tapped the screen, dialing Liu An's number.
His voice was indifferent, "In twenty minutes, I need to know where the people of Nan Wan are."
"Okay, President Mu, I'll check right away," Liu An, who was in the middle of having dinner, quickly stood up, grabbed his coat, and rushed out.
Secretary Tang bit the tip of her chopsticks and asked, cluelessly, "What happened?"
She had just gotten back; could she have a proper meal?
Liu An opened the door, sighed helplessly before leaving, and coaxed, "Mrs. Mu is causing trouble again, I have to find the person for President Mu, I can't have dinner with you, I'll make it up tomorrow, okay?"
Twenty minutes, he might need to ride a rocket to get it done...
