Evil Capitalist

Yan Yuling quickly unlocked her phone and turned it off, then pretended she wasn't the perpetrator who disturbed the exam.

On the other side, Feng Zhexuan was sitting in the JFK airport's VIP waiting room, staring at his mobile phone. Sitting opposite him was Wei Zheming who was busy typing on his laptop. 

In order to finish their business and get back early, he only slept for three hours these days. At this moment, a huge dark circle appeared under his eyes as he drank another cup of black coffee to keep his brain from sleeping.

When he put the cup on the table, he found that his boss was not working, but staring at his mobile phone. 

He was a little annoyed, coughed, and said, "Boss, there are only thirty minutes until boarding time. Shouldn't you look at the document I sent you instead of staring at your phone?"

Feng Zhexuan looked at his friend and said, "Zheming, if others don't even read your message, what does that mean?"