"Madam, your phone." The servant handed over Mrs. Chen's mobile.
Mrs. Chen stifled her sobs and said, "Hello."
"Mrs. Chen." On the phone, Che Yuanshi's voice came through.
His voice was, as always, devoid of much emotion, yet it carried a hint of an urgent pressure.
Although Mrs. Chen did not want to offend Che Yuanshi, the thought of what had just happened made her suddenly angry, "Young Master Chen, what about the thing you promised to help me with? What have you turned it into?"
Through the phone, Che Yuanshi's laughter began to echo, sending a chilling meaning that made Mrs. Chen's skin crawl.
After a while, Che Yuanshi countered, "Mrs. Chen, you asked me to help clear the Chen Group's bad reputation in the newspaper, may I ask if the bad reputation has been cleared now?"
Mrs. Chen was tongue-tied and unable to speak.
"The thing you requested has been done. Now, shouldn't you also fulfill my request?" Che Yuanshi spoke with a triumphant laugh.