On the other side of the phone, the subordinate immediately responded respectfully, "Don't worry, I will remind them to be extra careful."
Outside the door, the assistant glanced at the closed office door, listened intently for a moment but heard nothing, shook his head and left the office.
In the president's office, Chen Ziming picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a small sip of hot coffee, glanced at the time on his wrist—there were more than twenty minutes until the market opened, ample time, so he grabbed his phone and directly pressed the speed dial to call Gai Yu.
After a while, Gai Yu's voice came through the receiver.
"Ziming, what's up?"
On the line, Gai Yu's voice was hoarse, her emotions clearly off.
Chen Ziming sat up straight, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, what do you want to talk about?"
"Nothing much, I've just been feeling a bit troubled lately, so I wanted to chat."