Qianfan Villa.
Ye Shengge woke up from her afternoon nap and read the financial news as usual.
The special investigation team in Beijing had left. Although they couldn't find any concrete evidence, the news was enough to affect the shareholders' confidence in T.S. Corporation, so T.S. Corporation's share price had fallen to the lowest point in history. All kinds of reports were accusing Ji Shiting of negligence.
Ye Shengge put down her phone and heaved a sigh of relief.
It had been a week since Ji Shiting left Yang City, and he had only called her three times in the past week. On one hand, he was very busy, and on the other hand, he was probably trying to hide his whereabouts. Ye Shengge still didn't know where he was.
