Chapter 777: Young Master Song Is Very Angry

Song Corporation.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, Song Tian Mo still sat quietly in his office, the red glow from the burning cigarette in his hand flickering intermittently.

Watching the wisps of white smoke rise, Song Tian Mo pursed his thin lips, his face devoid of emotion.

His gaze was intensely profound.

Inside the ashtray, several burned-out cigarette butts were already piled up.

The phone confiscated from the reporter who barged into the hotel was tossed carelessly onto his office desk.

Song Tian Mo's own phone was also on the desk. After taking a heavy puff on his cigarette, he picked up his phone.

Power on.

As soon as the phone was switched on, numerous notifications poured in. There were missed calls, text messages, and WeChat (Chinese social media) messages. Most of the calls were from Ling Fei.