Around 10:30 in the morning, inside a suite at the China World Summit Wing, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room brilliantly.
In the study, bright enough to be somewhat dazzling, Zhang Tiancheng sat behind the desk, staring at the incoming call on his phone—Han Sanping. Confusion filled his heart.
They had had a falling out with Han Sanping, so why would he suddenly call?
Chapter 518