The maid glanced at Huimei's resolute and stern gaze, clenched the hem of her dress, and ultimately withdrew her steps to call the young master: "Alright."
…"
Meanwhile, downstairs.
"Zhenyang, a few shareholders and executives called me again today. They said you've completely neglected the company, that several important deals recently require your personal involvement. You're not planning to return to China, not even answering calls."
From across the ocean, Huo Tianpei's worried voice came through the phone.
"Mm." A single, plain and indifferent syllable served as the reply. He seemed unwilling to explain, his sole intent being to quickly go upstairs.
"I know you're not in the mood to manage the company right now. That's why I didn't object when you left it behind to bring Jiayi to LA for recovery. But it's been over two months already. If Jiayi doesn't wake up, are you planning to just stay here with her in LA and continue abandoning the company?"
