A dark storm riled up in her eyes. Fu Renshu was trying Wei's number for a long time, but it didn't connect. That further blew up her fuse.
Shi Zhen urged. "Mr. Jiang, you have to say something. This cannot go on any longer."
Jiang Weizhe glanced at him. "Wei will say whatever he has to."
"But we cannot reach him at all!"
His blank expression didn't twitch a bit as if saying, 'So?'
At a corner, Fu Renshu was desperately trying Wei's number again and again, but to no avail. The Old Madam was shooting death glares towards him, making his blood curl.
Boss please, I beg you! Pick up the phone! Just once, please pick up my call!
Ruomei, who couldn't stand on the podium any longer, politely bowed and left the stage. She had never felt so humiliated before. Their questioning gazes and sarcastic words were too harsh to bear. She hurriedly walked towards where all the elders were.
"Mom. Dad. Where is Wei?" She asked in distress.
