Not a single call was answered.
After a long time, when the phone rang in the office, a young girl dressed in icy blue just pushed the door open.
She was still holding the door key in her hand.
After closing the door, she sat on the sofa as if no one was around.
"Bingtang."
The middle-aged man spoke up proactively, "What do you want to do?"
Bingtang showed a graceful smile like a lady from a prominent family, "Father, you haven't reached the age of senility, have you?"
Another phone call came, and he frowned.
The name on the screen was one he had to pick up, so he answered the call.
After listening to the other party for a while, he just blandly said "Oh," and then turned off the phone.
Bingtang didn't rush, she leisurely brewed herself a cup of tea and slowly drank it.
"Cyan Cloud Sect, Disaster Strategy Bureau." The middle-aged man sneered, "Quite the big move."
"Don't get it wrong, Father." Bingtang gently reminded him, "This is just normal business cooperation."
