'Ding dong... ding dong...'
The assistant rang the doorbell of the presidential suite at the chairman's request.
It rang for a long time, but no one came to open the door.
The assistant stopped and said, "Chairman, I think Mr. Mo is probably not in!"
Wen Rufeng frowned. "Impossible, it's already been investigated, he hasn't left the hotel."
"Then..." The assistant pointed to the tightly closed door, unsure of what to do.
"I'll do it!" Wen Rufeng continued to press the doorbell.
The tightly closed door finally opened, and it was Mo Ang's assistant who came out. "Hello, Chairman Wen, what can I do for you?"
Wen Rufeng squinted. "I want to talk to Mr. Mo about something!"
"Sorry, Mr. Mo is meeting with a guest right now."
"What guest?" asked Wen Rufeng.
Mo Ang's assistant smiled awkwardly. "It's a private guest."
"His girlfriend?" Wen Rufeng impolitely asked.
Anyway, her relationship with Mo Ang was already like this; there was no need to pretend anymore, right?
