On the screen, Su Ziceng turned over in bed, the cellphone in her hand fell onto the carpet, and from the microphone, Sister Mu's equally harmonious breathing could be heard.
At two o'clock in the morning, Hang Yishao had already made over a dozen phone calls, Su Ziceng had not returned his calls. His calls to her cellphone weren't getting through either; he wanted to tell Su Ziceng about Yan Wuxu's matter early on, but he wasn't able to get in touch with her. Maybe tomorrow, he should go directly to Su Family to find her.
Early the next morning, as soon as Su Ziceng entered Su Family, she overheard Pello instructing her to get things in order.
Upon hearing that she needed to sort things out again, Su Ziceng was already rolling her eyes. She really wasn't cut out for finance; even if Pello was trying to force a duck onto a perch, she probably still wouldn't succeed.
