For a moment, through the phone, Mo Jingteng's voice was not heard, only coughing sounds penetrated Mo Xiuchen's ear.
Mo Xiuchen's handsome eyebrows knitted slightly as he spoke indifferently, "If you are not feeling well, don't worry about these matters. I still have many things to handle, so I'm hanging up now."
After speaking, Mo Xiuchen directly hung up the phone.
The sound of coughing in his ear ceased as he disconnected the call, and the office suddenly became quiet.
Mo Xiuchen stood up, returned to his desk, took a sip of water from the cup on the desk, put down the cup, and dialed the intercom.
"What's the matter?"
Mo Zixuan's voice came through, and Mo Xiuchen responded calmly, "I've already told him, tonight's dinner will be attended by you. Don't worry about whether it will be successful or not, just show up to deal with it."
"Why don't you go yourself?"
Mo Zixuan protested discontentedly, how could he make decisions without his agreement.