Su Rong gave a soft hum. Facing his warmth, she appeared rather indifferent. She went to her room first to wash up, and when she turned on her phone, she saw a flood of missed call notifications and numerous WeChat messages, the majority of which were from Su Jiancheng.
Presumably, the cooperation negotiations had fallen through.
The phone rang again—it was Su Jiancheng once more. It seemed he was growing impatient.
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