Mu Qing held his phone to his ear and listened to his subordinate’s report. A smile gradually appeared on his face.
“Well done! Send me the results. This matter is too important. This is great.”
After disconnecting the call, Mu Qing heaved a huge sigh of relief. It seemed like even the heavens were helping him to succeed this time.
Mu Qing’s phone rang again at this moment. When he looked at the caller, he canceled the car, feeling satisfied.
At this time, Liang Zhou entered the ward, bringing food with her. Her expression was incredibly sullen.
Mu Qing cocked an eyebrow and asked, “What’s wrong? What’s with your expression? Who made you unhappy?”
Liang Zhou set up the table by the hospital bed and set the food down as she said gloomily, “That Ning Zhe hasn’t woken up after so long. I guess there’s no hope left on that side. Su Tong and her son are now given the chance to sit in with the board of directors’ meetings. She’s so smug about it…”
Mu Qing’s hand that was holding the chopsticks paused. “Sit in during meetings?”
Liang Zhou nodded. “That’s right! It’s just sitting in during meetings. It’s not like her son has joined the board of directors. What is she so happy about? How shallow!”
Mu Qing did not say anything.
Liang Zhou pouted. “Mu Qing, how confident are you of our success? We’re just hiding in the hospital all this time. When will it end? I feel like mold has grown on me, waiting here all this time.”
Mu Qing smiled faintly. “It’s been hard on you.”
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