Xi Mohan tossed the pen in his hand aside, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the documents before him. His head throbbed painfully, and he felt a persistent unrest deep within.
The mobile phone on the desk suddenly rang. Xi Mohan picked it up, glanced at the caller ID—it was Lu Jingchen—and swiped to answer the call, greeting the caller with an indifferent "hello".
"You sound quite displeased. What, did the five-hundred-million contract fall through?" Lu Jingchen's lips curled into a meaningful smile on the other end of the line, his voice unhurried, as if he relished in Xi Mohan's misfortune.
Xi Mohan's eyes were half-closed as he parted his thin lips, his voice tinged with hoarseness, "If you called just to say this, I'm hanging up."
"You can try hanging up, but I can assure you, if you do, you won't find out the news I'm about to share," Lu Jingchen said unconcernedly, his tone even-keeled as he stood outside a high-end hospital room.
