Xi Mohan directly tossed the pen in his hand away, looking at the document in front of him, the more he looked, the harder it became to concentrate. His head ached fiercely, and he always had a restless feeling within him.
The mobile phone on the desk suddenly started to ring. Xi Mohan picked it up to see that the caller ID showed it was Lu Jingchen. He slid to answer the call and calmly greeted with a faint "Hello."
"Judging by your voice, it sounds pretty unpleasant. What, did the five-hundred-million contract fall through?" Lu Jingchen slightly curled his lips, revealing a profound smile on his face, his tone unhurried, as if he was reveling in schadenfreude.
Xi Mohan, half-squinting his eyes with partially closed eyelids, slightly parted his thin lips, his voice tinged with huskiness as he stated flatly, "If you called just to tell me this, I'm hanging up."
