She jumped a little again.
The ringing belonged to Mo Shiqian's phone, which he had already reached out to pick up.
Chi Huan was in his arms, so she naturally saw clearly who was calling.
Song Shu.
It was quite normal for a manager to call the president, but when Chi Huan saw these two words, her heart felt somewhat uneasy.
Of course, she didn't show it.
She simply raised her hand to press pause, making it convenient for him to take the call.
Mo Shiqian glanced down at her, tapped to answer, his voice low and flat, "What's the matter?"
"Mo... President Mo," Chi Huan was pressed against the man's chest, and although she could not hear each word clearly, she could make out the gist of the conversation.
The voice on the other end of the line was not Song Shu, but a young man's, speaking rapidly and with a tremble, "Please save Manager Song... She's about to get into trouble... no, she might already be in trouble."