Zhong Continent.
Spring Festival Gala Director Team.
A group of leaders were having a meeting.
Suddenly, a secretary entered, approached Director Zhuang Xian, and whispered,
"Mr. Chang is on the line."
Director Zhuang Xian felt a stir in his mind, stood up, and said to everyone, "Excuse me, I need to take a call, please continue the meeting."
Everyone nodded.
He stepped out of the meeting room.
Director Zhuang Xian took the mobile phone handed over by the secretary and said with a smile, "Mr. Chang, how is your trip to Qin Continent going? Our team is meeting about this, and everyone is waiting for your good news."
"Something went wrong, Director Zhuang!"
The voice on the phone was both angry and urgent!
Director Zhuang Xian's smile froze instantly, and he said sternly,
"Speak."
Chang An, sensing the change in Director Zhuang Xian's tone, seemed a bit guilty.
