"Today's practice ends here." He left this sentence and hurried away.
After that, Fu Weiheng took the elevator straight to the underground parking lot. He strode towards his Cayenne and called Zhang Lin on the way, "Cancel all appointments after this afternoon."
Zhang Lin on the other end was taken aback, feeling a bit troubled, "Cancel? But there's an important dinner with Shengchuan Group tonight..."
"Have Zhi Yan attend on my behalf."
"Lawyer Jiang? But..."
Before he could finish, Fu Weiheng had already hung up.
He got into the Cayenne, started the engine, and dialed another number.
The busy tone on the phone went on for quite a while. Just as he was about to hang up, the tone paused, followed by a long-awaited voice, "Mr. Fu."
In an instant, Fu Weiheng's mood, which had been gloomy for a week, brightened, "Where are you?"
