A group of old shareholders was fiercely discussing the acquisition of a film city, while Liang Shaochen sat at the front in a neat suit.
His handsome face exuded confidence and composure, and he calmly scanned everyone present.
At this moment, a secretary walked to his ear, whispered something, and handed him a phone.
Liang Shaochen was about to speak, seemingly a bit impatient, as he cast a casual glance at the phone.
But with just that glance, his eyes suddenly brightened.
He reached out and took the phone.
"I understand, you can go now."
"Yes."
Holding the phone, Liang Shaochen felt a surge of inexplicable joy.
It's her...
She rarely takes the initiative to call him anymore. Could it be something important?
But he didn't have time to think it over, before he could even get up, he pressed the answer button.
"Hello..."
