Pei Yan hadn't yet fully grasped the situation when a voice emanated from the phone.
It was a young male voice, slightly irritable yet tinged with a Western accent.
"Lin City, Pei family, your domain is pharmaceuticals, right?"
Pei Yan, still in a daze, replied, "Yes, pharmaceuticals, we..."
"Alright, RS hasn't invested heavily in pharmaceuticals yet, so it's your turn. The contract will be sent directly to your company's email," the young man spoke casually, then paused, his voice tightening, "Let the person from before take the call!"
Pei Yan, his expression dazed, discerned the underlying intent of "wishing to kill someone" in these words.
What had Miss Si done?
"I'm a bit busy this time," Si Fuqing picked up the phone, her tone leisurely, "I'm going to hang up, I'll call you back later. A promise is a promise."
"Hey! You—"
The call was ruthlessly disconnected.
Pei Yan was bewildered.