The little milk bun changed his silly and cute appearance. His little body stood upright in front of the French window. With a serious expression, he raised the phone and discussed business with Secretary Jin like a female CEO:
“How are the foreign trade orders going today? What? Because of the war at Hanbei Ridge, several countries’buyers don’t dare to come to the empire. Are they afraid of losing their lives?”
Beigong niannian frowned. The news that she had heard over the phone was not very optimistic.
