In Ward A01.
Todd sat leisurely on the sofa, smiling evilly at his phone. He was probably flirting with an unknown girl.
Aydan stood by the bed frowning while holding a thermal container in his hand, looking like an old mother.
"Phillip, my dear brother, I beg you to eat something. Don't tell me you don't want your stomach anymore!"
Phillip leaned against the bed. A laptop was placed on the moving table in front of him. He was having a video conference. In his hand was a stack of documents.
His handsome face was pale, but his aura was still oppressive.
"Press it down to two percent!"
Hearing this, the person on the other side of the video felt kind of embarrassed.
"Mr. Phillip, the other party said that the minimum is three percent. Even if it is three percent, our profit margin is still very big..."
Phillip's thin lips twitched, "Do you think the mall is a charity? Tell them that their things are only worth two percent. If they are unwilling, we'll change the partners!"