"Mr. Ren, it's me, Linda..."
The phone, on speaker mode, lay on the exquisite marble coffee table, emitting a woman's voice mixed with joy and anxiety:
"Thank you for still willing to answer my call. I might have accidentally offended Mr. Zhou quite severely. Can you intervene and help me mediate a bit?"
"I didn't know, I really didn't know Mr. Zhou knew so many people. No, not just known, but those people seem to be quite afraid of him... Zhang Xun, and the Deputy General Manager of Daxia Film and Television, Old Chen; it seems Mr. Zhou also has ties with the General Manager, Ma Yuan. I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Mr. Ren, you have to help me!"
Perhaps because Mr. Ren was slow to respond, Linda's tone gradually became urgent, transforming into a plea.
Two fingers were alternately tapping the edge of the marble coffee table. After Linda finished speaking, the fingers stopped.
"Mr. Ren, Mr. Ren... are you listening to me?"
"Yes, I am."
