Ye Fan returned home, drank the herbal soup prepared by Wei Ziling, practiced the Rising Dragon Stance and Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound for a while, took a shower, and pulled out his phone to call his mother.
As soon as the call connected, he heard Qiao Feixuan's voice, "Oh, dear son, missing mom?"
Ye Fan was a bit flustered, "Mom, don't mess around, let's talk business! I've prepared the information for the cosmetics project, I'll scan a copy for you later, have the Huachang Venture Capital Fund's assessment agency take a look at it."
"I thought it was something important!" On the other end of the phone came Qiao Feixuan's lazy voice.
"Mom, you're a financial tycoon, dealing in billions at the drop of a hat, your son doesn't have that kind of financial clout." Ye Fan said.
"You cheeky brat!" Qiao Feixuan laughed and said, "Don't delay, fax it to me now."
