"What call?" Mingli asked.
"It seems to be about the chairman's eighteenth birthday." Secretary Jin, who said this, looked up at Mingli, thinking that Mingli was also eighteen this year.
Mingli's face darkened. He shot Secretary Jin another warning look. "That's all?"
Secretary Jin only felt that his face looked exactly the same as Lingxin's when he put on a stern expression—enough to inspire awe. She swallowed and said, "Actually, earlier, the chairman received a text message."
"What text message? And my uncle and my brother should have met, right? The situation at the hospital still isn't resolved?"
"It should be resolved."
