Chen Fan furrowed his brow and promptly dialed Lu Jinyuan's number.
Before long, the call connected, and Lu Jinyuan's anxious voice came through, "Mr. Chen, it's about time you contacted me. You must hurry to Jiangcheng, or Qingfan Pharmaceuticals will fall into the hands of that bastard Lu Siyu!"
Chen Fan felt a surge of confusion and wondered how Lu Siyu, after selling Lu Pharmaceuticals to Qingfan Pharmaceuticals for one yuan, could possibly have a comeback, let alone take over Qingfan Pharmaceuticals.
Just as Chen Fan was about to ask what exactly was going on, a slap echoed through the line.
"Damn it, you Lu, who are you on the phone with? Come over here and massage my feet right now!"
Immediately after, the sound of a phone dropping to the ground could be heard.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming," Lu Jinyuan replied, before the call was abruptly disconnected.
Chen Fan grew even more puzzled when he recognized the voice of the speaker as Lu Siyu.