Chiang Qing picked up the phone indignantly, "Hello?" Her tone was full of hostility.
Lin Biao curled his lips coldly and walked into the study.
But after a few steps, he paused, slightly turned his head, and a trace of anger passed over his otherwise serious face, causing him to turn around and stare at Chiang Qing.
Chiang Qing felt a scorching heat behind her, turned her head, and saw nothing, only Lin Biao's retreating figure going into the study.
"Why are you calling?" Chiang Qing asked through gritted teeth.
On the phone, some unknown words were said, and a flash of annoyance appeared on Chiang Qing's face as she said, "If there's anything, I'll go to the company. Don't call this place anymore, that's it."
She hung up the phone violently.
"Third Mistress is really angry today!"
Chiang Qing was startled, turned around, and saw Lin Biao standing behind with a briefcase in hand.
