Just as Luo Shumo was about to fall asleep on her seat, her phone suddenly vibrated non-stop. She opened it and saw the familiar caller ID. Her eyes turned cold as she pressed the answer button.
"Luo Shumo, I want a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee. It's hot, but not too hot. And I don't want any sugar …" Bai Ling, who was on the other side, was holding a phone as she pointed it out in a serious manner.
Luo Shumo cut her off with an icy glare. "Miss Bai, I'm looking after the supervisors for the jewelry. I don't have time to buy them for you."
"What did you say?" Bai Ling, who was standing at the side, paused for a moment before her eyes turned cold and jealous. "How come you're the only one going to go to that kind of place?"
One must know that all the processed jewelry in the company were all of the first class quality and rare varieties. Most importantly, just one of them was worth tens of millions of dollars.