Upon entering Beijing, it was already noon.
Ling Chen parked the car on the side of the road, randomly picked a restaurant to fill his stomach, and then drove to his destination.
Half an hour later, he arrived in front of a high-end office building. With the documents given to him by Nanrong Wanqing, he entered the lobby, ready to ask the receptionist for information. But at that moment, a familiar voice came from behind: "Ling Chen."
He turned around and saw Liang Zhao Hui quickly approaching, his face full of smiles.
"Why are you just arriving now?"
"I ran into some trouble and was delayed a bit. Where's the chairman?"
"She's upstairs in a meeting with someone. Hey, be careful later, the chairman asked you to deliver the documents. She has been here for half a day, and you still haven't shown up. Just now, from the look on her face, she seemed very angry."