Su Chen's Skill at Being a B*tch in Sheep's Clothing

Qin Yaoyao's words always caught Su Chen off guard.

A rustling sound came from the phone speaker.

"I'm dressed now. Hehe," Qin Yaoyao said.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you," Su Chen apologized.

"It's fine, savior. Why did you call?" Qin Yaoyao asked with a smile.

"Ms. Qin, do you know the president of Bin Cheng Bank?" Su Chen asked.

"Savior, why are you looking for Qian Zongwang?" Qin Yaoyao asked. "Is he giving you trouble?"

"Qian Zongwang isn't bad! And he's quite pitiful. He has a son who can't even speak."

"No, that's not it. There's something I need to do," Su Chen said quickly.

"You said that his son can't speak. Was he born like that, or did he get sick?"

"I think it's the latter," Qin Yaoyao replied.

"My dad does business with him, and they've interacted several times. I heard that he lost the ability to speak after he fell seriously ill when he was young!"