After two rings, the call was picked up, and a mature, steady voice came through. "President!"
"Bring me a set of clean clothes right now." Huo Junmo threw out the words in displeasure, hung up with a dark expression without waiting for the person on the other end to say anything.
After hanging up, Huo Junmo put his phone on the nightstand and strode into the bathroom.
When he finished showering and stepped out wrapped in a bath towel, a knock sounded from the living room outside.
Huo Junmo walked over and opened the door.
There stood a young man of about thirty at the door, holding a set of clean clothes.
Huo Junmo gave him a faint glance, turned around, and went back inside without a word.
The man immediately followed him in and reached back to close the door.
Huo Junmo sat down on the sofa in the living room, and his hand instinctively reached for his clothes pocket, only to come up empty.
