Sorrow

Listening to the sorrowful accusation on the other end, Zhong Nuannuan felt a shred of guilt.

Just a tiny shred.

"Sometimes it's inconvenient for me to answer, so I blocked all your numbers. If you encounter this situation in the future, you don't have to wait for me, I'll call you back as soon as it's convenient."

Feng Shengxuan was speechless.

He wanted to flip the table. He was furious. Inconvenient? Why was it inconvenient? Who was she with for this to be inconvenient? D*mn it!

The venom in Feng Shengxuan's heart had condensed and seeped out, frightening the middle and high-level leaders of the group enterprise.

They all felt that they could withstand the meeting in the early morning, but what they could not bear was the boss' viciousness that might kill people at any time.

However, when Feng Shengxuan's voice fell, his words sounded extremely gentle. "Okay, it's fine. As long as you call me back, it's fine."