He signaled to the others in the meeting room and said softly, "Excuse me, I need to take a call." He rose to his feet and hurriedly left the meeting room, looking for a relatively quiet corner to answer the phone.
"Yuzhu, what's going on? You seem so anxious to contact me." Pei Jingchuan's voice was concerned as he slowed his pace, trying to give Jiang Yuzhu his utmost attention over the phone.
His figure passed through the meeting room's door and out into the corridor, where all eyes momentarily rose from documents and screens to follow his retreating figure, but no one dared to speak up and interrupt.
They all knew that Pei Jingchuan rarely took personal calls during meetings—it had to be something very important.
Jiang Yuzhu was silent for a moment on the other end of the line, then slowly recounted the matter of Pei Tianxiong's visit.
Her voice was calm, but Pei Jingchuan could sense the suppressed tension in it.
His brows furrowed, and a subtle anxiety rose in his heart.