Wen Tang leaned forward with a puzzled look, her gaze falling upon a string of phone numbers, each with about a dozen missed calls.
Wen Tang speculated, "President Pei, what is this about?"
She remembered Pei Heyan never had the habit of procrastination, always advocating to finish today's work today, yet these phone numbers appeared to have been called at irregular times.
There were calls from last night, even some in the early hours of the morning, with the most recent call coming just five minutes ago.
"It must be that they've realized they can't gain the upper hand and are preparing to send someone to talk to us about a settlement," Pei Heyan abruptly began.
Joy welled up in Wen Tang's eyes, and there was even a hint of smugness: "Really!?"
Pei Heyan raised an eyebrow, not denying it, "It seems you're quite surprised."
The plan was hers, and the outcome was what they had wanted; it couldn't be more perfect.
