Qin Hao, seeing her pitiful appearance, felt somewhat helpless, "Let me think about it; you go back first, and I'll give you an answer tonight."
Miao Jing nodded and then left, glancing back three times with every step, worried that Qin Hao might ignore her father's plight.
He sat in his office, pondering Miao Jianyuan's situation—what should he do? Should he save him?
If so, how should he go about saving him? There was much to learn in this.
"Bang bang," the sound of knocking came, and Chang Jing walked in from outside.
She looked at Qin Hao and said, "Mr. Qin, some of the important headquarters of our Xinghai Company have already moved to Pu'er Island. Qingyun and her team also want to move their headquarters there."
Qin Hao, "Those who want to go can, but they must pay a fee. After all, more people means more expenses. As for how to charge them, Mr. Chang, you determine that."
