After breakfast, Feng Zhexuan left the apartment but didn't head to Feng Group. Instead, he went to Yan Corporation.
Sitting inside his car, he took out his phone and sent a message to his most capable assistant with ease.
[ Assistant Wei, reschedule my morning meetings. I'm on my way to Yan Corporation. I will inform you when I'm done handling my wife's company matters. ]
When Wei Zheming received the message in the hospital ward, he clenched his teeth in anger. Working overtime for a month due to his boss's whims was taking a toll on his old body.
After he read the message, he muttered, "He is doing this on purpose!"
This time, his reply wasn't the usual confirmation but a refusal with a thick tone of complaint.
[ I have been working overtime for a month thanks to you. I won't reschedule your meetings! ]
Moments later, another message arrived with a loud notification tone.