"Manager Hong, if you're unwilling to cooperate, just say it outright. I, Mu Bingtong, am definitely not the type to pester endlessly. Now, you're using this ridiculous joke to humiliate me, isn't that too much?"
Suddenly, Mu Bingtong frowned, and her tone turned icy as she spoke.
At this moment, Hong Xiaoli almost wanted to cry, imploringly saying, "Ah, President Mu! I'm really not joking with you, I'm telling the truth! If you don't believe me, I'll call my secretary right now and have him arrange for the shipment of those materials!"
Having said that, Hong Xiaoli really took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Xiao Li, have you sent off that batch of materials yet?"
Because the call was on speakerphone, Mu Bingtong, who was standing next to him, could also clearly hear the voice on the phone.
"President Hong, not yet, I'm currently arranging for people to prepare to ship it."