Zhao Qingxiang nodded, then remembered that Yuanyuan couldn't see him, "Yuanyuan, I'm right at the door waiting."
"Okay, let your family know that it's all right. They can fulfill all your requests, and think clearly about what you want to do with Xu Hongbing. Just directly tell the leader who's coming to pick you up."
"Okay, Xiao Jing just keeps crying. After all these years, she doesn't have a penny, always listening to Xu Hongbing. He's really fooled her miserably."
"It's okay, rest assured. I'll make a phone call first, and once it's resolved, I'll be informed from my end too. Don't worry, it will all go according to what we want."
Su Yuanyuan put down the phone, looking at Qian Zhifeng standing on the other side of her desk, "Make a call to the person in charge over there."
Qian Zhifeng quickly took out a leather-covered, palm-sized notebook. He flipped through a few pages, found the number, and dialed it.
