Little did he expect that he would not receive a reply from Zhao Minghui after a good while.
He was just about to speak again when Zhao Minghui scoffed with scorn, "The Lu Family of today is hardly the Lu Family of the past. Lend you funds?"
"Could you even afford to pay it back?!"
Lu Yun's grip on the phone tightened, the cold indication of the call ended notification on the screen mercilessly revealing the cruel reality.
He violently slammed the phone onto the desk, causing several scattered documents to flutter, anger churning in his eyes.
"Zhao Minghui, what a ruthless businessman!" Lu Yun cursed under his breath, clenching his fists as if trying to compress all his frustration and indignation into the depth of his heart.
The oppressive air in the office weighed on him, each breath feeling like a heavy burden.
Just as he was restless and uneasy, an untimely ringtone shattered the silence.
It was the sound of an alarm clock.
