Henry Ronan finished reading the last document and responded faintly while signing, "Hmm."
Thomas Chapman: "???"
Unable to grasp the man's intention, he nervously suggested, "How about, I go and take a look?"
"I heard that in the past half month, you've been returning to Fragrant River once a week?"
Thomas Chapman thought to himself, which backstabbing dog secretly made trouble for him?
Before he could organize his words, Henry Ronan's deep voice rang out again, "The Ronan Clan Tech isn't in such chaos that it requires you to step in; just send an operations manager over to handle it."
Thomas Chapman nodded dejectedly, "Understood, I'll make arrangements right away."
He slouched his head, hugged the documents, and just as he turned around, he heard a reminder behind him, "If you're not sincere, it's best not to provoke those you shouldn't."
"Mr. Ronan?"
"Even though she doesn't have much of a background, if something happens, little Ansley won't stand by idly."
