"Okay, Uncle Mi, I understand,"
"He might have already arrived at your company. Look, can you make some time to go there now? After all, this material is very important. I can only be at ease if it passes through your hands,"
The man in the driver's seat of the Mercedes showed little emotion, but his presence commanded respect. His personality was quite different from the Mi Fei beside him.
Li Beiting clearly felt troubled inside. He needed to find Yu Weiwei, but he couldn't neglect the project either.
"Beiting, is there a problem? If it's troublesome, I can call my secretary and have him go another day,"
The man didn't show any dissatisfaction, but his words applied invisible pressure on Li Beiting, sentence by sentence.
After weighing his options, Li Beiting agreed.
"There's no trouble. I'll make a trip now, so there's no need to bother your secretary to make another,"