Today is Thursday, and Nanrong Wanqing is still at work in the company, so Ling Chen and Tang Yuan drove directly to the headquarters of Hongyu Group.
"Hey, Old Tang, didn't Mr. Han ask you to personally escort that exoskeleton armor to Beijing? When are you leaving?" In the elevator, Ling Chen casually asked.
"It'll be a few more days. Just after such an incident occurred, Mr. Han and the others are busy dealing with it and don't have the energy to take care of too many things right now."
"Be careful when you do."
During the conversation, they heard the 'ding' of a crisp sound, and the elevator arrived at the top floor of Hongyu Group.
Walking into the chairman's office, Ling Chen saw Nanrong Wanqing sitting in a wheelchair, buried in paperwork at the desk, with a cup of coffee placed aside, its steam already dissipated.