Mr. Zhao was famously kind and gentle, always helping to resolve countless issues with the same tenderness. Yet this time, even his tone carried sharpness and urgency.
Tan Ming almost reflexively agreed: "Yes... Yes! Sir! I understand! I will comply immediately!" His voice was hoarse, filled with a fear of narrowly escaping disaster and complete submission.
"Remember, don't drag the Zhao Family into this." With these cold words, Mr. Zhao immediately hung up the phone.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
The busy tone was especially jarring.
Tan Ming maintained his posture of holding the phone, frozen in place, his face as white as a sheet, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
His hand holding the phone fell powerlessly, his whole body seeming drained of all strength, his eyes hollow, filled with immense fear and dread.
Although the others didn't know who the call was from or what was discussed, seeing Tan Ming's current expression, they knew things weren't going well.
