"Didn't you say he was in his office!"
"Yes, Boss was previously preparing himself for the meeting."
"Ugh. When does he come back then? What is he doing right now? Is he busy?"
Chen Gaonan turned his head to the other leather couch chair at the other side of the luxurious private jet. He looked at his Boss who was furiously typing on his laptop. With his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, his Boss was very concentrated on the task at hand. It would not be wise to interrupt his workaholic mood.
"Yes, he's busy—"
"Can't he spare just a few minutes on the phone then? I'd like to talk to him about urgent issues."
