"Qin Tian, the New Year is next Monday, you... would you come to our place and spend the New Year with me... and Grandpa?"
On the other end of the phone, after hesitating for a while, Murong Fei suddenly lowered her voice and said to Qin Tian.
"Of course, we'll go pay a New Year's visit to the old man on New Year's Eve."
Qin Tian said, "What's wrong, is there a problem?"
"No, no problem, I'm hanging up."
After a few seconds of silence, Murong Fei hung up the phone.
Qin Tian was curious and had no idea what Murong Fei wanted to say.
However, over the next few days, when he had some free time, he learned through the internet that Murong Group had indeed been having a rough time recently.
Not just recently, but for almost the entire second half of the year, Murong Group had been enduring losses.
