Jin Bo sat there, one hand as a fist and the other as a palm, rubbing his knuckles in his palm, eagerly anticipating the splendid reaction from his grandfather upon seeing his face!
His gaze fell on the phone, he picked it up, "Assistant Fang, when is my first press conference scheduled?"
Hearing it was on October 15th, he flipped through the calendar and said, "Push it back a bit."
Fang Zheng, "..."
Jin Bo glanced through the calendar again, stopping at October 23rd, the Frost's Descent, suitable for hunting and capturing, his gaze lingered for a few seconds, "Reschedule it for the 23rd."
Fang Zheng, "..."
Jin Bo's voice was chillingly cold, "Remember to invite General Huo Chengshan."
"..."
Fang Zheng was even more perplexed, what was this about now?
