Qian Meng felt her worry seep away. "Oh, no. Something came up. It's a complete mess at this point. I don't think I will go home tonight. You go home and sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she asked.
Mo Qingchen was silent for a second. "What is it?" he said softly. "Anything I can help with? Tell me and I can make it happen."
"There is nothing you can do. You are so busy with the software trial. How can I unload my worries onto you? Just rest tonight. I'll give you updates when something big happens. Don't worry about me."
There were no greetings mentioned as Qian Meng hung up. Li Min was already inside the room, a file in her hands.
"The PR team forwarded the draft of the statement and called me. Please look at it."
Qian Meng looked at Li Min. "Did you read it already? What do you think?"
