About half an hour later, Director Ming with a head of silver hair came over with a smile, "Bob, sorry to keep you waiting!"
"It's alright." Edward Thompson put down his cup and stood up from the chair.
Although Director Ming's hair had turned white, he was not that old, just a little over forty. When he smiled, he had a very amiable and friendly appearance and was one of the few well-reputed directors in Sinian Country.
Director Ming continued, "I'm really sorry to have you make the trip in person, Bob."
As soon as his words were finished, he looked at the secretary beside him, and blamed her: "Carrie! Didn't I say, let you notify Bob?"
Carrie bowed her head, stuttering anxiously, "Di-director Ming... I forgot!"
"Hurry up and apologize to Emperor Thompson," Director Ming said with a frown, his tone stern.
Carrie turned to Edward Thompson, "I'm really sorry, Emperor Thompson, I didn't mean to."