"Xiao Wang, delete the text message, and don't leave any traces."
After a hearty laugh, Bai Guotao handed the cell phone back to his secretary, Wang Chonghua. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his face was as irrepressible as the spring scenery in March.
"Understood."
Wang Chonghua nodded, then, realizing that Bai Guotao was about to speak to the Bai Family, he tactfully said, "Secretary, I'll head out first. Call for me anytime if you need something."
Bai Guotao nodded slightly. After Wang Chonghua left the study, he took out his cell phone and dialed the personal number of the Bai Family Master, Bai Yuan.
"Guotao, why are you calling me so late, is there something wrong?"