"President, there is a phone call from Dingsheng; they said they need to speak with you." Secretary Chen stood at the door and reminded Zhuo Xiangnan, who was inside the office.
Dingsheng? Zhuo Xiangnan's brows furrowed; he put down the document in his hands and looked up at Secretary Chen standing by the door, "I see." He picked up the telephone at his side.
The voice on the other end of the phone seemed somewhat familiar, yet he couldn't quite recall who it was. Just as Zhuo Xiangnan was pondering the identity of the person on the phone, the name was already reported from the other side.
"Is that you? What does your boss have to say this time?" The corners of Zhuo Xiangnan's mouth slightly curled up.
John on the other end of the phone listened to Zhuo Xiangnan's words, sensing something slightly off in his tone, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong—he repeated Frank's message once more.