From Jiang City to Lancheng, the distance wasn't long. Less than three hours after talking with Wen Yi, Mo Shiqian heard his secretary knock and enter to report that Mo Shichen had arrived. Without lifting his head, he replied, "Let him in."
"Yes, President."
After returning to Lancheng, Mo Shiqian still served as the president of the Clod-Summer Asia Division.
After the secretary closed the door and left, he looked up and absentmindedly flipped through, found a notebook, picked up a pen next to him, and smoothly wrote something on the white paper.
When Mo Shichen pushed the door and entered, he saw him tearing a sheet of paper off the notebook.
He walked up to the office desk.
Mo Shiqian raised his eyes, meeting those calm and deep eyes, slipped the thin sheet between his fingers, stretched out his hand to pass it over, and said indifferently, "The thing you wanted."