A strange expression appeared on Fang Chenyi's face when he heard what Old Wang said.
Sure enough, a moment later, his phone began to ring under the angry glares of everyone present.
That included Old Wang, who was holding his own phone to his ear. He, too, shot Fang Chenyi an annoyed look.
'I'm on the phone with the tycoon who's buying my company, and your phone rings now? Don't you know to take it outside?'
"Xiaofang, if it's an important call, you should take it outside."
Seeing Fang Chenyi just staring at his phone screen with a strange expression—not answering, not hanging up, just letting the ringtone blare—Old Wang finally couldn't hold back anymore and spoke up.
It wasn't just Old Wang. The colleagues waiting for their boss to make the call also started angrily berating Fang Chenyi.
"Hey, Fang Chenyi, can't you read the room? Get out, get out! Stop causing trouble."
"Just hang the hell up, will you!"
