Lin Yun's Gift

"Lin Qian, I haven't been able to contact you for the past two days. Do you have any professionalism left in you?" Fu Heng looked at Lin Qian, who was sitting on the sofa leisurely and was furious.

Lin Qian picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip. "Why is CEO Fu so angry?"

"Didn't I tell you long ago that my empress dowager has issued a decree for me to go back and take a look when I have nothing to do?" Lin Qian said unhurriedly, "I'm taking the time to go back."

"Who said you have nothing to do? The most important thing now is to sign Mingyi!" Fu Heng said angrily.

Lin Qian waved his hand and said, "Don't worry! What's yours will never escape!"

"We can't rush to sign Ming Yi in the next day or two. We still need to think about it."

"No longer! I only have a week!" Fu Heng said as he leaned back in his chair dejectedly. "If I can't sign her in a week, Third Brother will definitely twist my head off!"